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Welcome
to 1977
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Contents
26 Albums
28 Peter Gabriel
16Ramones
32 Iggy Pop
12
David Bowie
20Sex Pistols
40 News
44The Clash
A telephone conversation
with the performer suggests
that someone perhaps the
reclusive David Bowie? is pulling
his strings. A wild goose chase to
Berlin ensues.
On the tube,
in the caff and
overlooking the
Westway with the
London band. Antipunk violence, reggae
and revolution are all
on the table for
discussion.
36 AC/DC
50 Fleetwood Mac
Blondie,
page 54
The former
blues revivalists enjoy
their new status as
MOR champions their
relationship upheavals
notwithstanding.
54 Live
Blondie catch
the eye of the NME
reporter supporting
Television, while Tom Waits and
The Jacksons also appear.
56
Muddy Waters
64
The Jam
The self-proclaimed
black sheep of the new wave
explain their outsider status.
Suits, HM Queen and voting
Conservative all feature.
68 Albums
70Elvis Costello
74 Tom Petty
78 Led Zeppelin
84 Television
An in-depth interview
with each member of the
hallucinatory New York rockers.
Features: ego, Eno and Hell.
91 Letters
sex pistols
pages 10, 20,
40, 98 and 124
124 Albums
114
126
Three of Lynyrd
Skynyrd perish. A meeting with
Donna Summer. Introducing
The Fall and their opinionated
spokesperson, Una Baines.
98 Sex Pistols
Outraging Scandinavia,
and introducing new member
Sid Vicious. Topics include:
O-levels, Catholic schools, hippies
and leopard-print shoes.
106 Albums
108 News
New releases
from singer-songwriter
Joan Armatrading, the feisty
Boomtown Rats and Billy Joel.
Stiff Tour
136 Buzzcocks
Rolling Stones
A trip in a Rolls-Royce to
a punk club, and down memory
lane with the Who drummer.
145 Letters
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Not
guilty
STONES
NEwS
SpEciAL
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Id never seen it
before the police
showed it to me
An ominous shadow
Further
intrigue
in toronto
NEwS
SpECIAl
STONES
signing with eMI,
not polydor: the
Rolling stones in
New York, 1977
Margaret, wife
of Canadian pM
pierre trudeau:
Jagger fling?
GETTy (2)
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Graham Wood/GETTY
NME MAR 12
Sex Pistols are on the brink of signing a new
recording contract. Manager Malcolm
McLaren told NME this week: The
terms of the contract have been
agreed, and we are delighted with our
new deal. All that remains is to put our
10 | HISTORY OF ROCK 1977
NME MAR 19
If overseas tours
are successful,
maybe they will
open a few doors
here at home
J A N U A R Y MA RCH
Problems
A top-security
blanket has been
thrown around
EMIs plans to
release a Beatles
live album in midspring. Reason for
the secrecy isnt
clear, as its known
that original Beatle
producer George
Martin is remixing
the tapes of their
1964-65 Hollywood
Bowl Concerts and
that The Beatles
themselves have
given their
go-ahead for the
project. Release is
planned for May,
backed by massive
TV promotion,
utilising film
footage from the
Bowl concerts.
NME MAR 26
Generation X
lead guitarist Bob
Andrews was
hospitalised on
Friday night after
being hit on the
head by a flying
beer mug while
playing the Easter
Ball at Leicester
Universitys Clare
Hall. Generation X
and The Boys, who
were supporting,
had been receiving
a hail of plastic cups
and empty beer
cans, but halfway
through the
headliners set full
cans and glasses
started flying.
Andrews dropped
to the floor, covered
in blood but still
playing, and later
had a couple of
stitches in the gash.
One observer
termed the
aggressors Led
Zeppelin heavies,
while another had
them down as the
rugby club. The
Damned and The
Stranglers recently
spent an evening
dodging beer cans
at Essex University.
NME MAR 19
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Hes into
something
new
D
rex features
Litigation and
synthesizers.
Dysentery and Iggy
Pop. Disguises, Eno
and muzak. From
these strange
bedfellows comes
DAVID BOWIEs
mysterious new album
Low. Hes so full of
ideas, I have to edit
him, explains
Tony Visconti. Its
too intense to be
around him.
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DAVID BOWIE
Most of his
albums are to
do with
hybridising
things
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We aint
geniuses
The RAMONES make
a second album, and
spend a very strange
evening hanging out
with PHIL SPECTOR.
Later, they ponder their
reputation. They call
us assholes, says
stealth Eric Clapton
fan Tommy Ramone.
I guess we really
get to them.
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flat and brutal, over before theyve almost begun and only occasionally
memorable. So many instant tracks played so fast back to back make
it extraordinarily hard to differentiate between one and another,
especially when the mix favours the guitarist rather than the singer.
I didnt catch one title, apart from California Sun, yet the lyrics
seemed to deal with boy/girl relationships rather than violence or gluesniffing, a gesture that will surely find sympathy with people who make
up radio playlists.
We spent at least twice as long making this album as we did on the
first, guitarist Johnny Ramone told me after the album had been played.
He could not, though, remember just how long that was: Most of
November, I think.
Despite the punk image of the Ramones, Johnny, like his colleagues, is
an amiable enough fellow even if he is not too bright. Its difficult to prise
more than a couple of sentences from his reluctant mouth.
We like to get the idea of a song across quick, leave out all the slack and
play fast, said Johnny when I commented on the length of the tracks.
We try to write a song a day when were due to record. Well get up in the
morning and say, Lets write a song today, and get on with it. Sometimes
it takes 30 minutes and sometimes it takes the whole day. Then we
rehearse it to get it right until we play it on stage.
We even had a few songs that we didnt even bother to record, and one
that we recorded but left off the album. We wanted to keep it to 14 tracks.
Johnny was particularly vague about the cancelled British tour with
the Sex Pistols. He had wanted to go over but manager Danny Fields
decided against it and the group seem to have little say in business
matters, probably a wise state of affairs.
I enjoyed the last time we went to England, said Johnny. I remember
playing the Roundhouse on July 4, Independence Day, and that was fun.
It seemed that the dates on this last tour werent so good, so Danny
cancelled it, but were due back in February or March.
The Ramones will play some dates in New York over the Christmas
period provided that Joeys ankle has healed up, then spend early New
Year in California before coming to England.
At the end of the evening a young, dark-haired girl opened her blouse
to reveal a perfect figure. The gesture,
largely unnoticed, was enough. We spent
the evening prodding each other with
safety pins. Chris Charlesworth
NME MAY 21
EY MAN! plEAds a panicstricken Dee Dee Ramone.
If ya hit me, I aint gonna hit
ya back! Ive got too much respect for ya!
Anyway, I dont know how many armed
bodyguards ya got hidden in the kitchen
wholl come burstin through the door
with their guns blazin if I do!
Nevertheless, Dee Dee stands his ground.
Arms pressed rigidly against the sides of the body, fists
clenched, eyes half-closed, bracing himself for a KO punch
that is never launched.
Just leave me alone will ya!! he hollers defiantly at Phil
Spector who, after handing me his automatic pistol for safe
keeping, is executing a fast Ali shuffle inches in front of his
distraught house guest.
Joey, Johnny and Tommy silently anticipate the next move. If
theres got to be a rumble, theyre ready if somewhat reluctant.
I came over here this evening at your invitation, pleads
Dee Dee, whos no longer talking to Spector but screaming at
him at the top of his powerful lungs, to admire your house,
listen to your music and party, not to fight with ya, so just cut it
out, before someone gets hurt!
I dont think Dee Dees referring to himself. The blank cutesy
mask that usually adorns Dee Dees fresh features has in
seconds become screwed into an expression of terminal angst.
The kids confused.
Dee Dee R-A-M-O-N-E I mean thats your name? Spector
continues taunting, I was also brought up on the streets of
New York, so lets see if youve learnt anything one on one
So whatcha waiting for!
ramones
We missed
the spirit of
the 60s that
good-time
feeling
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alamy
The
more madder
the better
The Sex Pistols in
early 1977: (lr) Paul
Cook, Glen Matlock,
Steve Jones and
Johnny Rotten
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Right, you fuckers,
were gonna do one
more: Rotten, at
the behest of his
manager, cues up
another encore
NME JANUARY 15
msterdams Paradiso is much bigger than
Id imagined it to be at least twice the size of the
Marquee, for instance, with the ambience of a much
friendlier Roundhouse, a balcony, two quirky bars,
pool and pinball, a high (five-foot) stage with
stained-glass windows behind, and hardly any sign
of the public dope scene for which its famous.
Two black guys morosely attempt to sell cocaine outside as Guardian
rock writer Robin Denselow and I shuffle in just in time for The Vibrators
opening number.
For most of the audience, No Fun is their first taste of live English
punk rock, and there could hardly be a better way to start: tongue-incheek nihilism, stampeding guitars and grotesque flash. Theyre
amused, seem to enjoy it, give it quite a good reception. The Vibrators
set is reviewed in full in On The Town.
Backstage, The Heartbreakers and Sex Pistols wander in as The
Vibrators wander out. After a while theres a completely different
population in the concrete-box dressing room, and I sidle over and set
up the tape machine next to Pistols drummer Paul Cook.
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Nme: theres also at the moment a rather nasty rumour going around
that you didnt play on the record.
Cook: We eard that too. We got on to them straight away and got a letter
of written apology. We eard it on the radio, couldnt believe that one
either. It seems totally wrong to go (obscured)
Nme: one of the rumours is that spedding was on the record.
Cook: Spedding cant play as good as that (laughs).
Nme: You did some work with spedding, though, didnt you?
Cook: Three tracks. A long time ago, though. We really rushed in, but we
come out of it all right. He produced on em. It was all right.
Nme: But the single is categorically you lot?
Cook: Sorry?
Nme: the singles definitely you lot?
Cook: Oh yeah, yeah. What a question! (Laughs) How can you believe it?
Nme: i dont believe. i gotta ask it, havent i?
Cook: Yeah, OK. We eard it on Capital Radio; we just couldnt believe it.
Nme: Hows the audience here taking you?
Cook: Oh all right. They was getting going last night.
Nme: they seemed to like the Vibrators.
Cook: All the bands went down really well last night.
Nme: What are your favourite bands out of the other bands that
are around?
Cook: These boys.
Nme: the Heartbreakers? What do you reckon to the Vibrators?
Cook: Ah, youre trying to put me in that trap again what the Stranglers
fell for.
Nme: they didnt fall for anything. theyd decided to give that
interview before i walked in the room.
Cook: How other bands can just go out and say
things about I think any band thats about at
the moment, trying to do something new, give
em credit for it whether you like em or not.
Dont just go out and slag em off, whether you
like em or not. I think its good that theyre just
doing it, that its something new.
Jones: (From across room) Whos this?
Cook: Hes from the NME.
Jones: Whats your name?
Nme: Phil mcNeill.
Jones: (Aggressively) Oh, are you?
Cook: No, theyve been good to us lately.
Nme: Weve been good to you all along. Whats
all this about spitting at the audience?
Cook: We dont. You been reading
too much Daily Mirror.
Nme: Well, in the wake of reports
of John spitting at the audience,
some bands have started doing it.
Cook: We read that in the press too,
and suddenly we were playing and
everyone started spitting at us.
Thats what they thought we
wanted, yknow. Gobbing at us.
In Manchester or somewhere.
Nme: Whats your reaction to
seeing people with safety pins
though their cheeks?
Cook: Ive seen that too, yeah.
Nme: it seems like its a
development of John wearing
safety pins through his shirt.
Cook: Let em do what they wanna
do, thats what I say. Who cares?
Nme: and what about the great
Nazi thing thats going around
now? You got a lotta kids coming
to your gigs these days wearing
Nazi emblems and safety pins
through their faces and God knows
March 2, 1977: Paul
Cook and Steve Jones
what else.
in the audience for
Cook: They take it too seriously, they
The Heartbreakers at
really do. If they wanna wear a Nazi
the Roxy in Londons
Covent Garden
armband, let em. I dont think kids
are that political, really mean what they do. They like the shape of it.
Its a good shape.
Nme: What about the Pistols? Whats your politics?
Cook: Do what you wanna do. Thats what were doing, and getting
turned down for doing it. Do you wanna talk to John for a while? (Rotten
is standing nearby, back to us; Cook tugs his arm) John. John! Here, this
is Phil
rotten: No way.
Cook: Hes from
rotten: (Obscured, shrugging Cook off )
Cook: (Slightly put out) All right. He dont wanna do it.
He HeartBreakers set flashes by. Its been said here
already the Dolls, a heavied Ramones, not so fast, though the
receptions comparatively quiet but the friendly atmosphere
combined with the blazing rock onstage its a helluva gig.
I interview The Vibrators in the Paradiso office. Theyre euphoric
because the guy from Amsterdams other main club, the Melkweg, who
blew out the gigs hed booked for The Vibrators when the Grundy/Pistols
thing erupted, came down last night and has booked them in for two
days time.
A charge shivers the room as Anarchy In The UK lams out in the
background; Malcolm McLaren arrives and huddles heatedly with The
Vibrators manager. Bread.
A few songs into the Pistols set we wind down the interview; it will
appear here sometime soon. But lets go check the naughty boys
The Johnny Rotten Show is well under way. Long time no see. Not much
sign of the vast improvements in playing weve heard about: the sounds
much clearer than the early days, but the
music is still primitive. Without Rotten theyre
a good, hefty drummer, an ordinary bassist
and a mediocre guitarist.
Substitute and others go by. The crowd are
up for the first time, standing fascinated but
diffident. Rotten goes through his ostrichposes, the chin jutting, the mouth leering, the
eyes rolling. Theyre playing what seems to be
No Future. It boasts the title line from the
National Anthem.
Theres a long break, with a lot of aural and
visual aggro between the punters and the
Rotten/Matlock duo, then they resume the
song, very loud. Its sloppy, and it reaps silence.
A green-haired lady is sitting under
a Christmas tree stuck on the wall
behind the drums, and as they go into
(Were so pretty, oh so) Pretty Vacant
it occurs to me, vacantly, that it looks
like shes wearing some gigantic hat.
The Pistols are playing tighter,
but its still mighty basic. Jones
compensates for his limited skill
with a fair line in one-note breaks.
Johnny Rotten is a perplexing
performer. He has an extraordinary
ability to enrage his audience.
At the most basic level its his insults
and his bad behaviour, but Rotten has
something deeper. It goes deeper, too,
than his contempt for society in songs
like Im A Lazy Sod. And surely it
goes beyond his looks, his fleabitten,
hunchbacked cadaver.
Somehow this guy repels virtually
everybody, and somehow his power
reaches through the taunts to the
sensibilities of thousands, maybe
even millions, of people who have
only ever heard his name and seen
his picture.
Yet he is mesmerising. He cant be
ignored. Hes not just some hooligan
who swore on TV, he drags the most
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The point of all these false encores eludes me, unless the Sex Pistols are
actually unliberated enough to get an ego-boost out of such conventional
trappings of success.
Their music is lumpen, but the spectacle is marvellous. That last
sentence could easily be applied, coincidently, to shows Ive seen in the
past years by Queen and the Stones and like those bands today, the
Pistols main success is in show business.
sex pistols
for 10,000 and now hes been told thats all got to be quashed. Hes been
made to look stupid.
The same goes for Nick Mobbs, who threatened to resign. Hes now
been told that would be very unhealthy for him, so they can produce
a wonderful statement saying on EMI no one has resigned.
There are different bands with different
points of view. The real situation is that people
on the board of directors at EMI do not agree
with our point. The people who actually work for
EMI, they do. But if they come out and make a
statement to that effect they will get the sack, or
theyll have to resign.
Those truths have never come out. What
appears in the press is that we have been thrown
out by all of EMI together, a wonderful
consensus of opinion.
If it comes to the crunch and they force you to
terminate, will you repay the advance?
How are we going to repay the advance?
Weve already spent all the money maintaining
ourselves here and on the tour. Were out here
promoting their single its not just our single.
Is it out here?
Yeah, thats the reason were here. We werent doing any other
European territory simply because EMI sent a memo asking them not to
release it. EMI Holland got the record
out before that memo reached them.
Now theyre withdrawing it.
Are they blocking its sale
in England?
Oh yeah, its being withdrawn
in England.
If you do split with them, what
happens to any tapes that are in
the can?
Those questions have been raised.
They would prefer that we take the
lot and go away with it. Its been very
easy for them. Someone signs a
contract for two years: that is an
agreement between two parties. If
you can tear that contract up in two
months because they dislike the opinion
of the band by they I mean the EMI
board of directors it makes a farce of the
whole situation.
What about all these other bands that
are coming along? They sign a contract
and some guy at the top, not some A&R guy
whos responsible for signing, says, I dont
like what Im hearing about this band,
I dont want them on the company any
more. So they go out the window.
Who are the guys whove come over here?
The managing director of EMI and the
head of the legal department Leslie Hill
and Laurie Hall. They came over to
terminate the contract and we havent
terminated it. They want us to have
another meeting; at the moment they
havent met any of my proposals, probably
because they have been told they cant
meet anything.
We had a two-hour meeting tonight.
Its been very nice. Weve come away
to Holland and someones decided
behind our back to mutually
terminate the contract. Legally,
were still on EMI Records
Now people on the EMI board are
saying, Why the hell did we sign them
in the first place? Theyre musically
inadequate, it was too much money
But I spoke to Leslie Hill, the managing director of EMI Records, prior
to us signing. It was him that was exhilarated by the band and thrilled at
the idea of signing the act. He was fully aware of their public image, and
he will not deny that.
EMI had all the tapes to all the Pistols songs. They heard them, they
were excited at the prospect of signing this act
and commercially gaining through it. We had
had offers from other companies, but I went
there because the sympathy with EMI was
strong on the shop floor.
Nick Mobbs, Tony Slater on the publishing
side, David Munns on the promotion side,
Mark Ryder the label manager, Paul Watts
the general manager and Leslie Hill the
managing director all wanted to sign this act.
Now theyre saying, We have 4,000 employees
on EMI and if we took a consensus of opinion
I dont think you would raise the amount of
votes necessary.
I made a proposal; I said, OK, find us an
equivalent contract. If I walk into Warner
Brothers theyre going to say, Well, man, you didnt make it with EMI, the
bad publicity, et cetera.
What they did on TV was something that was quite genuine. They were
goaded into it, and being working-class kids and boys being boys, they
said what they felt was OK. They dont regret it.
The KLM situation a the airport was fabricated up to a point. Yeah, the
band might have looked a little bit extraordinary, they might have spat at
each other. Big deal. And someone may have appeared a little drunk. But
they werent flying the plane, they dont need to be that sober.
There are these bands now that have some sort of petition, like Mud,
Tina Charles, all these other Top 20 acts, and sent round this petition to all
the record companies saying that they do not support this kind of music.
(NME talked to Muds manager, Barry Dunning, on Monday. He denied
Mud had signed any petition, nor would they ever do so.)
My lawyer asked: Wed like a meeting with John Read or the rest of the
money. Theyd rather give us the rest of the money than have a meeting.
John Read speaks on behalf of all the shareholders, he controls EMI Ltd,
which covers far more than just a record company. He wouldnt meet us.
He sent Hill instead; every time you just get to speak to Hill. Hill has his
orders and he cant move from that point.
How much money have you had of the 40,000?
Half. The first year. But that has been spent on supporting a tour.
We ended up selling the fucking record at the bloody door in
Rotterdam and at the Paradiso last night. Its a joke.
Whats next, a big legal battle?
I dont know. I asked Hill if they can reconsider their situation, quite
simply and if they cant, why cant Capitol Records, who were signed to
in America? Oh well, Capitol Records decided to go along with
Manchester Square. They dont want any part of it.
I said, What happens if were on another label and the distribution is
through EMI? Are EMI gonna distribute the record? They cant really
answer that. Its very difficult, it really is. I feel pretty bad about it.
Hills now saying, Cant you go to Virgin Records, I hear thats an
interesting company. Bollocks, man we went to Virgin Records before
we went to EMI and they didnt wanna know.
If we walk into another record company, what are they going to say?
If you cant play anywhere and we cant hear your records on the radio
and EMI decided to drop you What the hell are they going to do?
Its not just EMI, its people behind the scenes, guys that go on the radio
and say we didnt play on our record, the guy thats scared to put us on Top
Of The Pops even though were in the breakers because the BBC dont
want to be seen to be associated with us.
Whats it all about?
EMIs MD
was fully
aware of the
Sex Pistols
public image
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ALBUMS
REVIE
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MM Jan 22
Hawkwind on the
Marc TV show:
(lr) Adrian Shaw,
Simon House,
Robert Calvert
and Simon King
SINGLES
SINGLES
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REVIE
Stranglers
(Get A) Grip (On
Yourself)/London Lady
UNiteD ARtiStS
Hawkwind
Back On The Streets ChARiSmA
Unlike the majority of dandruffencrusted hippies, this lot have
never been averse to knocking
out a decent single once in a
while. Silver Machine was OK
and the sunk-without-trace
Kings Of Speed was great.
This single sounds more like the
stuff you hear coming from the
stage of the Roxy than does The
Stranglers, which just goes to
prove once more how
meaningless labelling anything
punk rock is. Here you get
cranked-out basic chords
designed to make you eardrums
bleed, lyrics that are
unintelligible apart from the
chanted title-chorus,
and the rhythm
section playing
like they enjoy
feeling those
blisters
squish
against their
instruments.
NME, Feb 5
1977
Rose Royce
Car Wash mCA
Joan Armatrading
Alice CUBe
A sad little song
about a chick with a
near-perfect face and
a deranged mind ah, nothing
changes. An inoffensive
pussyfooter, and not the
sharp ice-and-fire Armatrading
we all wish we knew and loved.
Joan sounds more comfortable
with love than death anyhow:
Its harder to live than to
die, she warbles uncertainly.
From the 1972 album Whatever
For Us, a case of cashing in
on the part of Cube maybe,
but theyre wasting their time.
If theres one thing that doesnt
go down well with the Great
British Public, its girls singing
about girls, which is
why the greatest
rocknroll
single of all
time, Patti
Smiths
Gloria,
got
nowhere.
NME, Jan 8
HISTORY OF ROCK 1977 | 27
ITV / REX
depression, I suppose).
True to his suggestions in
Playboy, Bowie has made an
album of moods and textures
that spring from a general
employment of the
synthesizer, wielded both by
Bowie and, more particularly,
by Eno. Its going to be said,
if it hasnt already, that Eno
has been the inspiration here.
Certainly, side two, where he
uses, with Bowie, a variety of
synthesizers on Warszawa and
Art Decade, is wholly electronic
and instrumental, whatever
vocals there are having been
doctored for effect. RCA,
therefore, probably regard Eno
as something of an evil genius,
because the nature of these
tracks seems rather at odds with
the official fan-club leaflet they
have included with the album.
I wouldnt go nearly as far in my
mistrust. Though there are some
quite interesting moments, such
as Bowies playing of the Gravel
Sax on Subterraneans, this side
inflicts on me the same boredom
induced by all portentous space
music. It doesnt seem as
interesting or experimental as
most of the works on Enos own
Obscure label, let alone
measuring up to Reich, Berio,
Stockhausen and all the rest,
although it might go down well in
the Pink Floyd/T Dream market.
Most Bowie fans anyway will
invariably play only side one,
which in the Bowie canon is
really a musical bridge between
the second side and the heavymetal soul of Station To Station.
The overall impression is of
disco rhythms filtered through
a Germanic consciousness, a
Hunnish practice that Ive come
to find quite pleasing. Some of it
sounds like backing tracks just
waiting for a vocal. A New
Career In A New Town, for
instance, and Speed Of Life,
which is dominated by
tremendous bass and
sledgehammer drums. But
elsewhere Bowie has achieved
what I think is a rather unique
songform by successfully
marrying pop music with
electronic concepts. Much too
powerful for Muzak, its music
thats highly appropriate for an
age which despises articulacy
and subtler feeling, which
increasingly turns from the
spoken word to the comic book,
the television, and all other
technological apparatus. Its
oddly the music of Now not
exactly what is currently popular,
but what seems right. Michael Watts,
1977
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The right
intensity
The charming
PETER GABRIEL opens
up about Genesis,
Bowie, the Sex Pistols
(I enjoyed Rotten),
Bruce Springsteen and
taking on the industry
with his new solo
career. The fact
that Im an ex-public
school boy put a lot of
musicians off working
with me, he says.
NME MARCH 12
So I went from day to day
Oh, my life was in a rut
Till I thought of what Id say
Which connection I should cut
I was feeling part of the scenery
I walked right out of the machinery
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gus stewart / gettY
HE LATE 70s are here and The Rock Machine isnt always a turnon any more. In fact, to some its indistinctly repugnant, as readers
of this paper should have noticed if they have been paying any
attention to the punks and their supporters war cry of Back to
the streets (though, in the case of the latter, I wonder how much of
it is being anti for antis sake, and just how many of them wouldnt
relish the prospect of being the rich old pop stars they supposedly despise?).
But actually to come out against the all-powerful and utterly seductive Rock
Machine when youre part of it the beast itself swelling your ego and bank
account alike is another thing, an entirely admirable one at that and perhaps
even art for arts sake. Which is just what Peter Gabriel did when he quit Genesis
two years ago, immediately prior to their final thrust towards the top of the British
rock hierarchy.
All right, I know you could say such a move was ego for egos sake, but having met
Gabriel a couple of times and listened to his recently released first solo album,
theres more to it than that.
As Gabriels publicist notes with an air of relieved satisfaction, the former Genesis
figurehead is a lot easier for an interviewer to
deal with these days. While hardly the worlds
most languid subject, he like his erstwhile
colleagues Tony Banks, Mike Rutherford and
Steve Hackett has mellowed out considerably
in the fast few years.
It still takes a good half-hour before this
extremely articulate human being actually
relaxes and begins to assemble his utterances
into anything like lucidity, but theres not so
much as a hint of a stutter from Gabriels mouth
these days.
Gabriel actually feels more comfortable in
front of a camera or anywhere else where he
can project a visual image rather than a verbal
one. On the other hand, he certainly isnt a vain
man, couldnt give a toss for fashion and today
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looks for all the world like a 60s provincial rocker who hasnt got
it quite right.
The bikers jacket is fine in fact its the same one he wore to
depict Rael (the New York punk around whom The Lamb was
built) on his last tour with Genesis. And the black rollneck
sweater beneath the open-necked white shirt is OK, but the
jeans are on the sloppy side, not to mention the sneakers
abriel has driven down from his apparently
immodest home on the outskirts of Bath for this day of
interviews which means he was up at seven this
morning. Favourite listening for Gabriel in his car of late is
none other than Bowies Low.
I think its a very interesting album, he opines. Theres an
edge he gets to side one that punks dont get near the menace in
the guitar, bass and drums.
He rarely sits down in front of his stereo to listen to music, and
on the few occasions he buys a record its usually something he
and his daughter can dance to.
These days Gabriel is almost exclusively into songwriters. He
lists among his favourites Bruce Springsteen, Randy Newman,
Paul McCartney, Joni Mitchell, Becker-Fagen. Springsteens
much-maligned autumn 75 Hammersmith gigs, of which
Gabriel saw the second concert, was the most exciting thing hes
seen on stage in a long time. (I didnt think Id like it at all, but it
moved me simply because he was feeling something himself.)
Gabriels partiality to Springsteen is evident on the refrain of
the first part of Humdrum, the song that closes side one of the
solo album. And Waiting For The Big One, the second of side
twos quartet of songs dealing with the apocalypse (Bowie and
Jackson Browne arent the only ones whove seen the end coming down),
lies somewhere between Newmans compassionate cynicism and Tom
Waits booze-drenched pathos.
But thats only half the story, since Gabriel also employs a highly
unpredictable arrangement for what is basically a sleazy slow blues,
characterised at first by the perfectly absurd piano of Jozef Chirowski and
later by the devilishly precise power chords of the great Steve Hunter,
heavy-metal supremo to Lou Reed and Alice Cooper in the past. Just to
keep you guessing, a choir sings the final choruses.
More than anything else, Gabriel now wants to forge an identity for
himself as a songwriter. He thinks itll be easier for him to do this in
America, where hes currently touring, than in Britain where he considers
himself thought of as primarily a performer. And because Genesis seem
to sound the same now as when he was in the band, he reasons it will be
more difficult for him to be accepted as a songwriter here.
Says Gabriel: When I was first with the band I got credited with writing
everything. That wasnt true. Now I get credited with writing nothing,
but if you ask Tony and Mike, the groups two main music writers,
theyll tell you I used to end up doing all the
vocal melodies.
Gabriel, of course, was also the groups major
lyricist, responsible for the often impenetrable,
not to mention precious, mesh of glimpses into
mundane British life, cosmic buffoonery and
Alice In Wonderland fantasy that made up
much of the groups lyrics. Even so, it is difficult
not to be moved by the combined effects of the
words and music to, say, Suppers Ready
and Gabriels saving grace was always the
quirky sense of humour he injected into the
groups material.
These days Gabriels songs are much more
down to earth lyrically and feature relatively
modest arrangements. Solsbury Hill is the
most overtly personal song on the album. As well
as dealing with how he saw his situation in Genesis,
the song is a joyous celebration of the life-force. With
its simple and infectious melody and arrangement,
you get the feeling Gabriels quitting the band was like
having the proverbial weight lifted from his shoulders.
Although Gabriel wanted to get away from the
Genesis song-format quasi-orchestral
arrangements, etc and make a simple album (hence
I think my
leaving, in
fact, kicked
some fresh air
into Genesis
PETER GABRIEL
1977
J a n u a r y M a r ch
Something
more than
blatancy
IGGY POP is off
drugs, a changed
man. A new album
recorded with his
close pal, the now
lesser-spotted
David Bowie is an
attempt to pursue a
different line in his
work. Intrigued,
MM travels to
Berlin to attempt
to find the pair.
band name
1977
rex features
J a n u a r y M a r ch
iggy pop
We sat in
the basement,
me on drums
and Bowie
on piano
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Were as
subtle as
they are
AC/DC return to the UK, on a rocknroll mission.
We just get on and play with plenty of balls,
plenty of meat, says ANGUS YOUNG. Like
Second World War songs, adds BON SCOTT.
Chaps singing as they went to battle
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Michael Ochs archives / getty
1976
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After only two years in Britain, AC/DC have already carved their own
identity with rock supporters here, although their popularity goes
nowhere near challenging their appeal down under.
Theyve just returned from an Australian tour, playing regularly as
headline act in front of 10,000 fans, but they dont mind doing an aboutturn when Britain calls. Tonight in Cardiff, for instance, I doubt very
much if the audience figure approaches the 1,000 mark. So what, they say.
We dont care how many people we play to, Angus says, through an
accent that is a curious mixture of his early Scottish upbringing, his later
Australian emigration period and a slight slur in his speech. Well play in
front of two people if we have to. Nah-matta how many peoples there, you
play for them cos they pay. Its the obligation. We coulda existed in
Australia, but eventually we would have to change, and we dont wanna
change. Middle-of-the-road is the big thing there. We would have to get
mellower and mellower and wed end up like Tommy Steele.
Three of the band were born in Scotland. Apart from Angus, theres his
brother, Malcolm, five years his senior, and the rhythm guitarist, and
singer Bon Scott, the volatile frontman whose vocal and moody stage
persona arent a million miles away from Alex Harveys. The band is
completed by Australian-born duo of bass player and drummer, Mark
Evans and Phil Rudd.
Three AC/DC albums have been released in Australia and two in
Britain, High Voltage and Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap, and the music on
them is typical of the no-nonsense rocknroll that epitomises their stage
set. Again, exciting if unoriginal. When they were in Australia, the band
recorded another album with their producers, former Merseybeats
George Young (Angus and Malcolms brother) and Harry Vanda.
Angus is loath to use the word mature as a description of the new
material. Thats a little too pretentious, he thinks. Lets just say classier.
As long as I want to. Ive gone on in gorilla suits. Ive gone on as Tarzan.
Ive gone on as Superman. I like wearin those clothes. I like to go on
lookin the part so that straightaway its something to look at. My thing is
that I like to see somethin to get people away from drinkin to see what
youre doin. Its different when you look larger than life.
Its to keep people interested, not bored. To keep them always lookin.
They pay to see somethin. Thats the way we look at it. Nah, I never get
embarrassed, Ill do anythin. The only time I get embarrassed is when
you get a crowd thats stone-cold silent, but that only makes us work
harder anyway. We get them in the end. We always have.
Yer punk,
thats just a
hip little thing.
Its nuffin
The bawdiness balances out with other things in our set, but youve got
to break up the monotony. Its like Liberace. He cant get up and play
Beethoven all night, so he bends a little. Its like if you put Beethoven and
Bach and brought all those classical people back from the dead for a
concert on TV one night and on the other channel you had the Lone
Ranger, its guaranteed the Lone Ranger would pull the biggest rating,
because its entertainment rather than pure boredom all night.
I dont know anybody whos gone to see any of these serious bands
whove enjoyed it. They may say it was great, that the music was good,
but somewhere during that set they were bored and were too scared to
admit it.
If I went to see somebody that was musical, Id yawn my head off. Id
end up walking out to the bar.
Musical, I suggest, in the sense of bands like Yes?
Yeah. To me, bands like Yes would be a bore to see, not unless they had
some Sheila strippin on stage. Well, even then, Hawkwind done that.
That shows ya what they gotta resort to, and yet people take them
seriously. Yes would probably come on with a fantastic light show.
Ive never seen them, but they probably use a light show to cover up
that theyre bored and that their music is borin and that theyre not
makin people jump.
He was saying that too many bands take themselves too seriously, they
were self-indulgent. People like John McLaughlin. But, I reply, surely
everybody in rock music is self-indulgent. Certainly, AC/DCs live act that
very night was rather self-indulgent. Bon, the sleeping beauty, emerges
from his slumber to defend Angus.
With rocknroll self-indulgence, the audience gets off on it, he
explains as he shakes off his stupor. With a Yes self-indulgence, the
audience is sittin out there baffled. They dont know what the fuck is
happenin. When youre playin clever stuff, youre being self-indulgent
and expectin the audience to cop what youre playin. In rocknroll,
which is what we play, youre givin the audience what youre doin.
With that Bon collapsed, while I tell Angus that from what he had been
saying, there must be a hell of a lot of modern bands that he doesnt like.
I was never interested in modern-day sorta music, he answers. I get
off on all the old stuff, Elvis, Chuck Berry, Little Richard, Jerry Lee, swing
records, Louis Armstrong and stuff like that.
All the other stuff seems poor in comparison, even the production. You
put Little Richards Tutti Frutti on and put the wildest thing from today
next to it and it sounds timid in comparison.
Thats what they call progression, Angus.
Well, they musta progressed the wrong way. Ill tell you when it stopped
getting good, when the Rolling Stones put out Jumpin Jack Flash and
Street Fightin Man.
Past that, theres been nothin. Led Zeppelin and all that have just been
poor imitators of The Who and bands like that. Thats when I reckon it
stopped. The rest I wouldnt even call progression.
1977
a P r il june
Insulting
behaviour
MM June 11 Arrests
follow the Sex Pistols
Jubilee boat party.
alcolm mclaren,
manager of the Sex Pistols,
appeared at Bow Street
Magistrates Court on Wednesday
morning, charged with insulting
behaviour, following a Virgin
Records party aboard the Thames
cruiser Queen Elizabeth the
previous evening. He pleaded
not guilty and was remanded on
100 bail until August 30.
He was one of 11 people arrested
when river police boarded the
cruiser after the Pistols had begun
to play. None of the band was
charged, but the brother of Pistols
lead singer Johnny Rotten, James
Lydon, was fined 3 after he
admitted shouting and swearing
on Victoria Embankment.
1977
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Jordan, born Pamela
rooke on June 23, 1955:
if i ever see Freddie
Mercury, ill tip
something over him
I have faith
in the clothes
NME APR 16 A meeting with Jordan, punk
face and close friend of Johnny Rotten.
nderneath the thick black
lines and heavily rouged cheeks there
might well be a stunning female
trying to get out. Its so hard to tell, my dears,
for Jordan does such a good job of covering
up any good features she may possess. Even
her hair (brown at the roots, white at the tips)
is engulfed in a thick layer of lacquer.
Jordan (real name Pamela) is something
of a star. Although shes a shop assistant (in
Seditionaries, the shop owned by Sex Pistols
manager Malcolm McLaren) theres little that
is mere routine in her life. Because of her looks
and associations with the new wave, when she
went to America recently she was given the
star treatment and even got a spot on TV.
Johnny Rotten is a close friend (yes, he
does have some), and if hes bored, down or
just plain fed up, invariably it is Jordan he
phones to cheer his flagging spirits.
I met Jordan at the shop, situated, ironically
enough, next door to a Conservative club, but
there was little conversation about her as she
strode purposefully across the road, seeming
oblivious to the open-mouthed stare of Joe
Public. Her obsession is fashion. So every
incident in her life (she is 20) is referred to via
associations with clothes worn and makeup
applied. School was her pink period (I had
bright-pink hair.). Harrods (yes, Harrods) was
her green period. America? Well, that was
when she was into rubber. Spring 77 finds her
clad mostly in black. A black jacket resembling
rex features
In exchange
for beer
MM APRIl 16 Beatles Hamburg
recordings are legally contested.
WO LiVe BeatLes albums are set for
release within three weeks of each
other thanks to the bands failure to
win a court injunction preventing the release
of the unofficial Hamburg Tapes album.
The Beatles and Apple attempted to get
the High Court to prevent the release of The
Beatles Live At The Star Club. The album
comes from a tape made by 60s Liverpool
rock singer Ted Kingsize Taylor.
But High Court vice-chancellor Sir Robert
Megarry turned down the application after
hearing Taylor say that The Beatles had
originally agreed to the tape provided he
bought them beer.
The decision was bad news for EMI, who
are planning to release a live album which
comes from a tape of the bands concert at
the Hollywood Bowl in 1964.
That album is expected to be released on
May 1, but no one from EMI would comment
this week on a definite release date. They
also remained silent about the High Court
decision on the Hamburg album.
The Hamburg album should have been
available in Britain last week, but the release
was held up by the airport workers industrial
action. There are 100,000 copies of the
album in Germany, where they were
manufactured, waiting to be flown to Britain
at press time.
The albums are on Paul Murphys
Lingasong
label and
will retail
at 4.99.
None will be
pressed in
Britain.
Murphy, who
bought the
tapes from
Taylor, was
unavailable
for comment
at press time.
UITARIST WIlko JohnSon has left Dr Feelgood on the eve of a major British tour by
the band. Johnson, who was a founder member, parted company with the Feelgoods over
musical differences. Fred Munt, the bands tour manager, told the MM that the split came
when the rest of the band called Wilkos bluff.
Wilko gave an ultimatum that if they recorded a track called Lucky Seven, he would leave the
band. He didnt feel it was the Feelgoods type of music. But the rest of the band and the record
company loved the song and insisted that it stay on the album, he said.
The tour, which opens at Exeter University on May 12, will be the debut of a new guitarist,
unnamed but already rehearsing with the rest of the band. He is from Southend.
Before leaving the band, Johnson recorded a new album with the Feelgoods at Rockfield
Studios in Wales. It is scheduled for release in mid-May. Johnson has not yet announced what his
future plans are.
The Feelgoods tour is designed to cover the areas not regularly played by the band, including,
in response to letters from fans, two West Country dates. The band plan to tour Britain again in
September, following their return from the USA.
The full tour schedule is: Exeter University (May 12), Bracknell Sports Centre (13), Crawley
Sports Centre (14), Wolverhampton Civic Hall (15), Norwich St Andrews Hall (17), Ispwich
Gaumont (18), London Hammersmith Odeon (19), Malvern Winter Gardens (20), Salford
University (21) and Coventry Theatre (22). Support on the tour is the Lew Lewis Band.
An unspecified figure
Fter Weeks OF speculation, it was
confirmed this week that the Sex
Pistols have signed with Virgin
Records for an unspecified figure.
And their much-delayed new single
God Save The Queen is the first
release under the new deal it comes
out next Friday, May 27.
The Pistols have also nearly
completed work on an album, and
a Virgin spokesman described the
advance orders for both LP and single
as massive. A huge marketing
1977
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We aint
ashamed
to fight
NME APRIL 2
t aint punk, it aint new wave, its the next step and the
logical progression for groups to move in. Call it what you
want all the terms stink. Just call it rocknroll
You dont know what total commitment is until youve met
Mick Jones of the Clash. Hes intense, emotional, manicdepressive and plays lead guitar with the kind of suicidal
energy that some musicians lose and most musicians never have. His
relationship with Joe Strummer and paul Simonon is the love/hate intensity
that you only get with family.
My parents never the people involved with the
Clash are my family
the Clash and me are sitting around a British Rail
table in one of those railway-station cafes where
the puce-coloured paint on the wall is peeling and
lethargic non-white slave labour serves you tea that
tastes like cat urine.
Joe Strummer is an ex-101er and the mutant offspring
of Bruce Lees legacy a no-bullshit sense of tough that
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means he can talk about a thrashing he took a while back from some
giant, psychotic Teddy boy without the slightest pretension, self-pity or
sense of martyrdom.
I was too pissed to deal with it and he got me in the toilets for a while,
Joe says. I had a knife with me and I shoulda stuck it in him, right? But
when it came to it I remember vaguely thinking that it wasnt really
worth it, cos although he was battering me about the floor I was too
drunk for it to hurt that much and if I stuck a knife in him Id probably
have to do a few years
When The Clash put paint-slashed slogans on their family-created
urban battle fatigues such as Hate And War its not a cute turnaround
of a flowery spiel from 10 years ago its a brutally honest comment on the
environment theyre living in.
Theyve had aggravation with everyone from Teds to students to
Anglo-rednecks, all of them frightened pigs attacking what they cant
understand. But this aint the summer of love and The Clash would rather
be kicked into hospital than flash a peace sign and turn the other cheek.
We aint ashamed to fight, Mick says.
We should carry spray cans about with us, Paul Simonon suggests.
Hes the spike-haired bass player with considerable pulling power.
Even my kid sister fancies him. Hes from a South London ex-skinhead
background; white Sta-Prest Levis strides, highly polished DM boots,
button-down Ben Sherman shirt, thin braces, eighth-of-an-inch cropped
hair and over the football on a Saturday running with The Shed because
for the first time in your life the society that produced you was terrified of
you. And it made you feel good
Paul came out of that, getting into rocknroll at the start of last year and
one of the first bands he ever saw was the Sex Pistols. Pure late-70s rock,
Paul Simonon. In Patti Smiths estimation he
rates alongside Keef and Rimbaud. He knew
exactly what he was doing when he named the
band The Clash
The hostilities, Mick Jones calls the violent
reactions they often provoke.
Or maybe those Lemon Squeezers, Paul
says, seeking the perfect weapon for protection
when trouble starts and youre outnumbered
10 to one.
The rodent-like features of their shavenheaded ex-jailbird roadie known, among other
things, as Rodent break into a cynical smirk.
Dont get it on their drapes otherwise they get
really mad, he quips. He went along to see The
Clash soon after his release from
prison. At the time he was carrying
a copy of Mein Kampf around with
him. Prison can mess up your head.
Strummer, in his usual manner
of abusive honesty, straightened
him out. Rodents been with them
ever since and sleeps on the floor of
their studio.
The Clash demand total dedication
from everyone involved with the
band, a sense of responsibility that
must never be betrayed no matter
what internal feuds, ego clashes or
personality crisis may go down.
Anyone who doesnt have that
attitude will not remain with The
Clash for very long, and thats the
reason for the bands biggest
problem they aint got a drummer.
The emotive Mick explodes at the
mention of this yawning gap in the
lineup and launches into a streamof-consciousness expletive-deleted
soliloquy with talk of drummers
who bottled out of broken glass
confrontations, drummers whose
egos outweighed their creative
talent, drummers who are going to
get their legs broken.
Forget it, its in the past now, Joe tells him quietly, with just a few words
cooling out Micks anger and replacing it with something positive. If any
drummer thinks he can make it, then we wanna know.
Were going to the Pistols gig tonight to find a new drummer! Mick
says excitedly. But they gotta prove themselves, he adds passionately.
They gotta believe in whats happening. And they gotta tell the truth
he band and Rodent have their passport photos taken in a
booth on the station. Four black-and-white shots for 20 pence.
They pool their change and after one of them has had the
necessary two pictures taken the next one dives in quickly to replace
him before the white flash explodes.
When youre on 25 quid a week, the stories of one quarter of a million
dollars for the cocaine bill of a tax-exile rock-establishment band seem
like a sick joke
The Human Freight of the London Underground rush hour regard The
Clash with a culture-shock synthesis of hate, fear, and suspicion. The
Human Freight have escaped the offices and are pouring out to the
suburbs until tomorrow. Stacked haunch to paunch in an atmosphere of
stale sweat, bad breath and city air, the only thing that jolts them out of
their usual mood of apathetic surrender is the presence of The Clash.
Because somethings happening here but The Human Freight dont know
what it is
Everybodys doing just what theyre told to/Nobody wants to go to jail/
White riot/I wanna riot/White riot/A riot of me own!/Are you taking over or
are you taking orders?/Are you going backwards or are you going forwards?
White Riot and The Sound Of The Westway, the giant inner-city
flyover and futuristic backdrop for this countrys first major race riot
since 1959. Played with the speed of the
Westway, a GBH treble that is as impossible
to ignore as the police siren that opens the
single or the alarm bell that closes it.
Rocknroll for the late 1970s updating their
various influences (Jones the New York Dolls,
MC5, Stooges, vintage Stones; Simonon
Pistols, Ramones, Heartbreakers; and
Strummer totally eclectic) and then adding
something of their very own. The sense of flash
of beach-fighting mods speeding through three
weekend nights non-stop, coupled with an
ability to write songs of contemporary urban
imagery that are a perfect reflection of the life
of any kid who came of age in the 70s.
The former makes The Clash
live raw-nerve electric, a level of
excitement generated that can only
be equalled by one other band
Johnny Thunders Heartbreakers.
The latter makes The Clash, or
maybe specifically Jones and
Strummer (as Simonon has only
recently started writing), the
fulfilment of the original aim of the
new wave, punk rock, whatever; that
is, to write songs about late-70s
British youth culture with the
accuracy, honesty, perception and
genuine anger that Elvis, Beatles or
The Rolling Stones or any others in
the Rock Establishment could never
do now that theyre closer to
members of the Royal Family or
facelift lard-arse movie stars than
they are to you or me.
But so many bands coming
through now are churning out
cliched platitudes and political
nursery rhymes. The Blank
Generation is the antithesis of
what The Clash are about
Strummer and Jones disagree on
the best environment for a new band
to develop and keep growing. Joe
Were going
to the Pistols
gig tonight to
find a new
drummer!
But, ultimately, they know that White Youth needs its own sense of
identity, culture and heritage if theyre going to fight for change. A riot of
their own
But can the masses take to the incisive reality of what The Clash are
about and why they lap up the straight-ahead rock bands who push
nothing more than having a good time?
Maybe the reason those bands are so big is because they dont say
anything, Mick says. But we aint gonna preach and sound like
some evangelist.
I mention to Joe what happened when he walked on stage at Leeds Poly
for the first gig that actually happened on the Pistols Anarchy Tour. He
said a few words before the band went into the set that theyd been
burning to play for weeks, about how the gutter-press hysteria, localcouncil butchery and Mary Whitehouse mentality of The Great British
People was preventing certain young rock bands getting onstage and
playing for the people who wanted to see them. I remember him saying
that 1984 seemed to have arrived early as the Leeds Poly students bawled
abuse at him. With the minds and manners of barnyard pigs, the overgrown schoolchildren conveyed the message that they didnt give a shit.
I think they will take to us, but itll take time, Joe says. But I dont want
to go towards them at all, I dont wanna start getting soft around the
edges. I dont want to compromise I think theyll come round in time,
but if they dont its too bad.
We aint never gonna get commercial respectability, Mick says, both
anger and despair in his voice.
Paul Simonon takes it all in and then ponders the nearest station that
has a bar on the platform.
Thats the difference between their attitudes to, how you say, Making It.
Strummer is confident, determined, arrogant and sometimes violent in
the face of ignorant opposition (a couple of months back in a club car park
he faced an American redneck rock band with just
his blade for support).
Mick Jones is a rock equivalent to a kamikaze
pilot. All or nothing. The Clash gives him both the
chance to pour out his emotional turmoil and offer
an escape route from the life the assembly-line
education the country gave him had primed him
for. When a careers officer at school spends five
minutes with you and tells you what youre gonna
do with your life for the next 50 years. More fodder
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for the big corporations and the dole. Mick is beating them at their own
game by ignoring all the rules.
Someone locked me out, so I kicked me way back in, he declares in Hate
And War.
His uncanny resemblance to a young Keef Richard allowed him to
relieve an early identity problem by adopting the lookalike con trick
which fools no one but yourself. Then he met Strummer, who told him he
was wearing a Keith Richard identikit as though he had bought it in a shop.
I got my self-respect in this group, Mick says, I dont believe in guitar
heroes. If I walk out to the front of the stage its because I wanna reach the
audience, I want to communicate with them. I dont want them to suck
my guitar off
And Paul Simonon: total hedonist. His fondest memories of the
Anarchy Tour are hotel-room parties and broken chairs, things trod
into the carpet and girls who got you worried because you thought they
were gonna die like Jimi Hendrix if they didnt wake up. Hes a member
of The Clash because theyre the best band in the country and it gets him
laid a lot.
So what did they learn from the Anarchy Tour, so effectively butchered
by the self-righteous Tin Gods who pull the strings?
I learned that if they dont want you to play they can stop you, Joe says
seriously. And no ones gonna raise any fuss
Ladbroke Grove
habitus Mick
Jones and Joe
Strummer on
the Circle Line
in April 1977
For the first four days we were confined to our rooms because the News
Of The World was next door, Mick continues. We thought, Shall we go
out there with syringes stuck in our arms just to get em going? Yeah, and
furniture seemed to have labels saying, Please smash me or Out the
window, please.
And when they finally got to play, the minds in the Institutes Of Further
Education were as narrow as those in Fleet Street. So Strummer gave
them something even though they were too blind to see it
This ones for all you students, he sneered before The Clash tore into
the song that they wrote about Joe being on the dole for so long that the
Department Of Employment (sic) wanted to send him to rehabilitation
to give him back the confidence that they assumed the dole must have
destroyed, together with Micks experience working for the Social
Security office in West London, and, as the most junior employee, being
told to open all the mail during the time of the IRA letter-bombs.
The song is called Career Opportunities: Career opportunities/The
ones that never knock/Every job they offer you/Is to keep ya out the dock/
Career opportunities/They offered me the office/They offered me the shop/
They said Id better take ANYTHING THEY GOT/Do you wanna make tea
for the BBC?/Do you wanna be, do you wanna be a cop?/I hate the army
and I hate the RAF/You wont get me fighting in the tropical heat/I hate the
Civil Service rules/And I aint gonna open letter bombs for you!
Most bands and writers who talk about the dole
DUNNO WHAT THE DOLE IS! Mick shouts. Theyve
never been on the dole in their life. But the dole is only
hard if youve been conditioned to think youve gotta
have a job then its sheer degradation.
The Social Security made me open the letters during
the letter bomb time because I looked subversive. Most
of the letters the Social Security get are from people who
live next door saying their neighbours dont need the
money. The whole thing works on spite. One day an Irish
guy that they had treated like shit and kept waiting for
three hours picked up a wooden bench and put it through
the window into Praed Street.
Mick shakes his head in disgust at the memory of the
way our great Welfare State treats its subjects.
Every time I didnt have a job I was down there
waiting. And they degrade the black youth even more.
They have to wait even longer. No one can tell me there
aint any prejudice
Bernie was
always
helping long
before he was
our manager
t has been over a year since Mick Jones, Paul Simonon and their
friend Glenn Matlock first met Joe Strummer down the Portobello
Road and told him that he was great but his band was shit. Later Joe
talked to Bernard Rhodes, and 24 hours after that he showed up on the
doorstep of the squat where Mick and Paul were living and told them
he wanted in on the band that would be known as The Clash.
And from the top of the monolith tower block where they wrote their
celebration of the Westway, you can gaze down through the window of
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Like being
in group
therapy!
Break-ups, reconciliations, great music
FLEETWOOD MACs Rumours provides one
of the most compelling stories of 1977. Now
we can make jokes, says Mick Fleetwood,
but it wasnt very funny at the time.
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heir technically
impeccable performance
was rewarded with a series
of standing ovations, and by
the end of the set half the
audience were out of their seats,
crowding the stage and dancing
in the aisles.
That in itself was something of
a triumph since Birmingham
audiences have never been
noted for enthusiasm on this
scale. For Christine McVie it
must have been a particularly
emotional experience; it marked
her first performance in her
hometown for seven years.
Fleetwood Mac played for
around 90 minutes, dovetailing
old and new songs with
craftsman-like precision. Only
at one stage did they allow their
faultless pacing to slip, when
they encored with the slowmoving Hypnotised; but by
then most of the audience would
probably have been content to
listen to Stevie Nicks read the
football results. The bands
performance was a pleasant
surprise for me because neither
of their two recent hit albums,
Fleetwood Mac and Rumours,
offered the excitement of
earlier work
from previous
lineups of
the band.
On stage,
however, they
were an
entirely
different
proposition.
Lindsey
Buckingham
was excellent, both vocally and,
more particularly, on guitar;
there was a notable solo at the
end of The Chain, while on
acoustic guitar he performed
a particularly engaging version
of Never Going Back Again.
On the latter he was joined by
John McVie, playing a giantsized acoustic bass guitar. McVie
was calmly
impressive
throughout,
his assured
work with
drummer
Mick
Fleetwood
born of a
FLEETWOOD MAC
Sure, the
atmosphere
was confused,
but it wasnt
destructive
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What the
hell you
cant please
everybody
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I wanted the
world to know a lot
about me: Muddy
Waters in 1977
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Charley
Patton was
such a good
clown with
the guitar
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Muddy Waters knew Johnson principally from his records and from
what Son House had taught him, but Johnson influenced him enormously.
I didnt know Robert well at all, because I dont remember meeting
him. He was in a little town called Fryes Point, and he was playing on the
corner there. People were crowdin round him, and I stopped and peeked
over. I got back into the car and left, because he was a dangerous man
and he really was using the git-tar, man. I crawled away and pulled out,
because it was too heavy for me
The echoes of Robert Johnson in Muddys first recordings were
overwhelming. Folklorist Alan Lomax recorded him for the Library Of
Congress in 1941 and again in 1942, both solo and as a member of the Sons
Sims Four, a group he played with occasionally. In his mid-twenties at the
time, his voice is considerably lighter and younger than the classic Muddy
Waters voice of his 50s recordings, and the phrasing and intonation are
unmistakably derived from Johnson, as is the guitar style.
Muddys playing and singing carried a solidity and weight that
Johnsons perhaps lacked, but similarly the realms of metaphysical terror
which were Johnsons prowling grounds were closed to Muddy perhaps
thankfully, because Muddy Waters is still with us in the flesh, whereas
Johnsons presence is ghostly beyond belief.
No mere Johnson imitator was Muddy, though, not even then. His sheer
warmth, strength and authority completely polarised and redefined
even the most obviously Johnson-derived pieces, and he displays
thrilling, tantalising hints of the power that he would unleash on his
next foray into recording.
He was absolutely determined that he would record again and this
time see the records released and paid for. (The Library Of Congress,
which treats folk musicians as wildlife specimens rather than artists,
never paid Muddy for the recordings until a quarter of a century later,
when they were finally released by Testament Records as Down On
Stovalls Plantation).
HE CENTRE of blues recording was Chicago, which then
as now boasted a substantial black population. The industry
was undergoing a hiatus at
the time, since due to a combination
of wartime raw-materials shortages
and a massive union dispute,
there were no recordings made
for several years.
Muddy arrived in Chicago in 1943
the year after his final session with
Lomax and went to stay with an
uncle of his. He got a job in a paper
factory, but he soon found himself
making more money playing guitar
and singing at parties and bars. In
1944 he found that he wasnt loud
MUDDY WATERS
The Rolling
Stones created
a whole wide
open space for
the music
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on things that Im doin. The song in question was Trouble from the
movie King Creole. It was probably Presleys last fling as a hardcore
rocknroller, and also the last fling of hardcore rocknroll for a few years.
When the bottom dropped out of hard rock to coincide with Presleys
induction into the army, the blues market also contracted sharply.
Muddys coup was to take his band then consisting of Pat Hare (gtr),
James Cotton (harp), Otis Spann (pno), Andrew Stephens (bass) and
Francis Clay (drums) to the Newport Jazz Festival.
From his triumphant performance there, slightly subdued though it
was after his experience at the hands of the British jazz critics, came the
superb Muddy Waters At Newport album, which introduced him to white
jazz fans. He also recorded the acoustic Muddy Waters, Folk Singer album
and the Broonzy tribute Muddy Sings Big Bill, both of which gained him
a foothold with white folk fans.
But nevertheless, his black public was being eroded by the smoother,
jazzier urban blues of BB King and Albert King, and by the gospelinfluenced pop-soul coming out of Motown in Detroit and Stax in
Memphis. Both these forms seemed classier to the burgeoning black
middle class, who were beginning to find the music of men like Muddy
and Howlin Wolf a little too rough and dirty.
Im dead outta Mississippi, the country. I play cotton-patch music,
cornfield, fishfry. BB and Albert are a different style; a higher class of
peopled see them, more middle-class people in those days, anyway.
Now you talkin direct to black, because white people, if they like you,
they dont give a damn. I have doctors and everything who come around:
doctors, lawyers, maybe even a judge slip in there sometime.
But in those days some clubs would rather have BB in there than me,
because a more white-collar guy comes in to see him. Theyd want to be
sophisticated, theyd say they dont dig the deep blues like me and Wolf
were playin John Lee Hooker, maybe Lightnin Hopkins.
What the hell, you cant please everybody.
What do I care? back when I was playin for only black I always had my
house full, you couldnt even get in. I didnt need no guy in the necktie,
yknow whmean?
In 1964, Muddy was to begin to reap the harvest of the seeds hed
planted over in England back in 1958. Then all at once there was the
Rollin Stones. When they did it, they created a whole wide open space for
the music. They said who did it first and how they came by knowin it.
They told the truth about it, and that really put a shot in my arm with the
whites. I tip my hat to em.
They took a lot of what I was doin, but who care? The Rolling
Stones it took the people from England to hip my people my white
people to what they had in their own backyard. That sounds funny, but
its the truth.
It was the Beatles and the Rolling Stones: The Beatles did a lot of Chuck
Berry; the Rolling Stones did some of my stuff. Thats what it took to wake
up the people in my own country, in my own state where I was born, that
a black mans music is not a crime to bring in the house.
There was a time when a kid couldnt bring that music into a fatherand-mothers house. Dont bring that nigger music in here. Thats right!
Those kids didnt give a damn what your colour is; they just want to
hear the records. Then the college kids started comin to see me in
places where I was afraid for em even to be there, maybe 12 or 14 of them
a night. I said, Brother, I hope they can handle this, they dont know
where they at. I hope dont nothin happen to em. I hope everybody
leave em alone!
This was before Martin Luther Kings thing was happening, and
even then they was going to the black places They had more nerve
than I woulda had, man I mean, Im scared to go in some black places
myself now.
All the kids got
nerve these days; me,
I dont got no nerve. Id
just rather stay
peaceable, sit round
and watch my TV and
watch my kids grow
up. I been through
what they goin
through.
I been in some
baaad places in my
lifetime, but I went
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through sound and safe. I didnt get nobody and didnt nobody get me. I
used to pack that thing here he slaps his hip pocket meaningfully
but you dont need that to live.
I dont think about that no more. I goes on havin a good time, man
I get in my car and go to the store Im havin a good time.
p on stage at the Shaboo, Willie Smith sets up that twofisted Chicago bump and grind, and Winter and Cotton
power the band into Hoochie Man.
Seated centre-stage, plucking casually at a businesslike brown
Telecaster, clad in short-sleeved sports shirt and slacks, Muddy
declaims the classic braggadocio of Willie Dixons Chicago anthem
with the casual authority of a man who knows that hes not going to be
called upon to prove what he sings but is still prepared to back it up every
inch of the way.
An all-encompassing boast of mystic, secular and sexual power, he
slams home the last chorus with as much zest and vitality and utter
conviction that he mustve put into his first performances half a century
ago back in Clarksdale, Mississippi:
Im here, everybody knows Im here/Im that hoochie coochie man/Let the
whole damn world know Im here.
And they do. Lord God, they do.
And the one black kid in the club tall, skinny, afroed is looking at
Muddy almost in shock, as if he cant believe that this old man who looks
like his grandfather is generating so much power.
When a drunken white boy behind him starts to babble and laugh
during the next song, he turns on him savagely: Shut yo white mouth,
motherfucker. This is the blues.
For Muddy, Winter must be the ideal sideman. Whenever the old master
needs to take a breath, Winter can take over the vocal for awhile, be it
Mannish Boy (Im A Man)or Muddys time-honoured hard-charging
finale number Got My Mojo Working. And yet he never risks distracting
the audience from Muddy, he stays on his stool until Muddy gets up and
then he gets up too to groove around with him.
The programme includes Muddy standards like Honey Bee and Im
A Howlin Wolf (an old song of Muddys that he now sings as a tribute to
his old friend, dead this past two years) plus Way Down In Florida from
the new album.
Its on this song that Muddy takes his only guitar solo of the night. The
kids at the Shaboo have by now heard guitar players pull out every trick in
the book, but the old man has a surprise or two left for em yet.
Every time I see Muddy, Im always taken aback at the sheer savagery of
his soloing. Ive never heard anybody this side of Jeff Beck generate so
much attack, so much venom with a guitar.
Listening to Muddy soloing is like getting into a razor fight in the middle
of a cloud of enraged napalm wasps out for blood and marrowbone jelly.
He just kills, and for all his astonishing speed and flair and invention,
Winter just cant hit as hard as Muddy.
And thats why we need old masters, cuz if younger folks could do what
they could do just as well then theyd be superfluous, long overdue for
rocknroll euthanasia. The reason that Muddy Waters is still a great and
not just an honoured ancestor, a museum grandaddy, is that no one can
do it like Muddy Waters.
And somehow I dont think anyone ever will. Charles Shaar Murray
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Were the
black sheep
of the
new wave!
They burn fanzines and rate the Queen. What sort of punks are
THE JAM? Introducing an urgent new trio and their opinionated
leader, Paul Weller. Were not totally brainwashed yet, he
says. We will be in two years if we dont do something.
credit
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and also their honesty. (It hasnt been unknown for The Damneds
whirlwind drummer Rat Scabies to blag a Joni Mitchell album from her
record company but imagine him laying that on an interviewer. Or,
come to that, an interviewer printing it)
Moreover, The Jam have no time for playing the blank moron. Instead of
the amphetamine-blitzed expression of vacant aggression copyrighted
by new wavers, The Jam come on as sharp as their creases. Wasted they
are not though I cant believe theyre quite as clean living as they make
out. But perhaps most important of all, they are the best rocknroll band
Ive seen in many a year.
So sweeping a statement begs for qualifications, and not least among
these is Paul Wellers flawless rock-star credential. Each of The Jam has an
individual onstage persona strong enough to attain stardom in the nottoo-distant future, but Weller stands out like a king among princes.
hese past years, British rock has failed to come up with any
truly high-calibre working-class rock stars, the likes of which
were typified in the 60s by Pete Townshend, Steve Marriott and
John Lennon. This decade only folk like Lee Brilleaux, Wilko Johnson,
Phil Lynott and (I suppose) Noddy Holder have come anywhere near
to continuing that tradition, but none of these has even aspired to be
let alone been taken seriously as a spokesman for their generation.
Whats more, theres nothing intrinsically teenage about either the
Feelgoods, Thin Lizzy or Slade which is not true of The Jam, whose Paul
Weller will in years to come, if not sooner, be regarded in the same light as
those previously mentioned 60s figures.
Weller has Rock Star written all over him and its not just the fact that
his razor cut and clothes bring back memories of the mod era. On stage
and off, Weller, unlike some of his new-wave peers, is taut with positive
vibrations almost as if hes about to
explode. Only occasionally does he slow
down with the intensity and then you
realise that Weller is after all a guy on the tip
of his 19th birthday from Woking in Surrey,
on the far reaches of Londons hinterland.
Remarkably unconfused, his age doesnt strike you, despite the total
absence of lines on his face. In one publicity shot of The Jam, Weller,
perhaps not coincidentally, looks as if hes trying his darnedest to come
on like Pete Townshend, eyebrows arched to emphasise his determinedly
mean stare. Weller, in his own way, is doing what Townshend did more
than a decade ago writing songs for and about kids and performing
them with the exhilaration only a few can muster. And thats where age is
an important, if not crucial, factor.
Live, The Who still have more energy than any other band in rock, but its
calculated, polished energy. When The Jam hit the stage the commitment
is all but tangible, Weller putting his all, and more besides, into it.
I first stumbled across the band at Islingtons Hope & Anchor, where,
incredibly enough, The Jam managed to come over visually despite the
severe limitations imposed by the venues tiny stage. The area between
band and audience was alive with electric energy, the pogoing kids and
The Jams frontline of Weller and Foxton (another good-looking guy, less
tough-looking than Weller, though still possessing a youthful tightness)
in total empathy with one another Weller thrusting himself up and
down with youthful abandon, occasionally pushing himself towards
Foxton, who simultaneously launched himself backwards in Wellers
direction so that the two collided momentarily, a double act with all the
markings of a classic Rod-and-Ronnie or Bowie-and-Ronson routine.
Given more room, Weller gets into a few Townshendesque, thighstucked-beneath-the-abdomen leaps, the sense of commitment
transcending mere plagiarism. Rick Buckler, complete with shades,
looks good behind the drums, exuding nonchalant cool.
Musically, The Jam reflect Wellers tightness. There is nothing remotely
sloppy about them, and they execute their material with a taut knifeedged intensity while losing nothing in the way of warmth. As Chris
Parry, the Polydor A&R man who signed them, says, their
music is brutal, but it is not without compassion.
Individually they play great too, especially Weller and
Foxton. These two have plumped for Rickenbacker guitars,
which goes some way to explaining why The Jams sound is
comparable to early Who and on occasions to The Beatles
themselves; those with ears will have noticed the similarity
between Wellers lead runs on the flipside of the groups
In The City single, Takin My Love, and the way John
Lennon used to embellish a rocknroll song like Bad Boy
or Dizzy Miss Lizzy.
But like Lennon or Townshend at least early Townshend
Weller is essentially a rhythm guitarist and quite a remarkable
one at that, perfectly capable of playing fast, clipped rhythm
chords like Wilko Johnson, or coming on with triumphantly
ruthless power chords, just like Townshend. You should hear the way
Weller plays on Larry Williams late-50s rocknroll classic Slow
Down. Go, Paul, go.
The Jams version of Slow Down, live and on their soon-to-bereleased first album, is almost as good as The Beatles, though, as
befits the genre, played faster and with more urgency. Its their overall
pace which they have in common with our other new-wave bands,
but their music is not just about playing fast. Their songs (all of em
Wellers) are, with the exception of The Stranglers (hardly a teenage
band anyway), easily the best, musically and lyrically, to come out of
all this punk hoopla.
True, there are more than a few resemblances between the chord
progressions Weller uses and those Townshend laid down in the past,
but there is no denying Wellers ability to write a song which rings true.
And one which has melody and passion behind it.
Of the 10 originals which grace their album, its the lengthy (over three
minutes), reflective dolefulness of Away From The Numbers (great
title, eh? Conjuring up all kinds of images) which impresses me most.
But every song is memorable, whether its the pure adrenalin rush of
Art School, the reckless abandon of Ive Changed My Address or
Wellers paean to the fact that for the first time in ages young bands are
playing to young audiences, Sounds From The Street.
Apart from their own songs (and, of late, Foxton has started to write),
The Jam include in their set blistering versions of those two mid-60s
soul classics Wilson Picketts Midnight Hour and Arthur Conleys
THE JAM
All this
change-theworld thing is
becoming a bit
too trendy
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last, Rastaman
Vibration, was rather
cultish, this is more
accessible, melodically
richer, delivered with
more directness
than ever. Lets face
it, after an attempt on
his life, Marley has
a right to celebrate
his existence, and
thats how the album
sounds: a celebration.
Ray Coleman, MM May 14
The Clash
The Clash CBS
ALBUMS
Bob Marley
Exodus ISLAND
THE MOOD: If some gunmen
had charged into your house and
shot you and your manager into
a hospital bed, then perhaps
you, too, would go into a studio
and make a religious album if
you were capable of making
music at all.
The fact is that this is a highly
charged spiritual record by the
reggae musician most capable
of articulating the mood of his
people. It was conceived by
Marley shortly after his brush
with disaster at the hands of
gunmen, and thus theres
precious little joy about it.
Even so, Marley sounds his
customarily up self and
there are fewer more
worthwhile sounds around
in contemporary music.
THE MUSIC: Only one song,
Waiting In Vain, comes across
as a plain love theme. For the
rest, theres either the traditional
sensuality weve come to expect
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example to all
of us. How many
1977
of you dole
queue cowboys
can get that much
bread for posing all
year? Gabba gabba hey! Which
reminds me NME, May 28
Ramones
Sheena Is A Punk Rocker SIrE
For the time being, this is
available as a 12-incher with
a cute picture sleeve, T-shirt
offer, green stamps, chance to
win a three-year subscription to
New Society and all manner of
specialised weirdness like that,
but Im reviewing this off a plain
old seven-incher and it still
sounds sufficiently monstrous.
Monstrously charming,
that is. Sheena Is A
Punk Rocker is a
heart-warming
love song with
references to
surfboards and
discotheques
and its got
harmonies and a
chorus and
and Look, all the
Ramones songs
sound like hit singles
and then dont sell, but this
song is so flat-out delightful that
not even the dull-as-bleedinditch-water Brit-public will be
able to resist it. The sheer charm
and essential niceness of Dolly
Ramones four horrible sons is
gonna win out. And even if it
doesnt, theres always the
double B-side of Commando
(from the last album) and I
Dont Care (never previously
released) to cop the sympathy
vote. Me, I like I Dont Care
because of the beautifully
soulful way in which Joey
Ramone lists all the various
things he doesnt
care about.
Heart-warming
just isnt the
word, though
I havent
the faintest
idea what
is. NME,
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Im not askin
anybody
for charity
MELODY MAKER JUNE 25
Lets talk about the future now, well put the past away Elvis Costello, Less Than Zero
LVIS COSTELLO waS emphatic: he would volunteer no information about his past.
I dont, he said, adjusting his shades impatiently, really think that the past my past
is all that interesting. I dont see any point in talking about the past. I dont want to get into
that. I mean, I havent just learned the guitar in the last 10 minutes, but Im not going to get
talking about what Ive done in the past.
Nobody showed any interest in me then. If you werent there, you missed it and thats it.
Its gone. The people who were there then either appreciated it or they didnt. The past would only be relevant
to them. As far as Im concerned, its pointless talking about the past. Fuck it. Id just rather talk about the
future, you know.
There. I told you he was emphatic, didnt I?
Elvis Costello and I are bickering this sun-drenched Tuesday afternoon in an office above Stiff Records
London HQ because I had, accidentally, seen and been enthralled by his performance a week earlier at the
Nashville Rooms.
Friday, May 27, it was: Id tubed over to West Kensington to catch the Rumour that night. The presence, at
the bar of the Nashville, of Stiff executive Jake Riviera, accompanied by an assorted crew of Stiff hirelings and
lackeys, seemed, initially, to be of no profound consequence.
There exist, after all, several connections between Stiff, Graham Parker and the Rumour; and anyway, Jake
aint the kind of cat whod miss out on a decent lig should one appear on the horizon as it had that evening.
Jakes appearance, however, was not on this occasion relegated to the pursuit of hedonistic adventures. He
announced casually that one Elvis Costello, a recent Stiff protg, was to make a previously unscheduled
debut as supporting attraction for the Rumour. This information I received with considerable interest. Elvis
Costello, though not yet a name on the lips of the nation, had released two singles ( Less Than Zero and,
more recently, Alison) of rare distinction. To see this
enigmatic charmer in action was,
unquestionably, a proposition
not to be overlooked.
Well, I dragged myself away
from the bar as a brief whisper
of applause signalled Els
appearance. And there he
stood, alone on the
stage: black cropped
hair swept back, the
inevitable shades
shielding his eyes,
slickly cut Harry Fenton
jacket, blue jeans and
Fender guitar. His
attitude and
Introducing, on
Stiff Records,
ELVIS COSTELLO,
a sharp-eyed
laureate of the new
wave. Im not an
arbitrator of public
taste or opinion,
he says. I dont
have a following of
people waiting for
my next word.
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best of Graham Parker and Van Morrison: indeed, like this latter pair,
Costellos music refers constantly to the classic pop/rock standards of the
last decade, each song being sharply defined and full of irresistible hooks
and delightful instrumental phrasing (for the verve and incisiveness of
the albums sound, some considerable credit must be attributed to Nick
Lowe, Elvis producer).
This influence stuff, says Costello, when several of the
aforementioned musicians are mentioned, is really irritating, cos
people are always trying to pin you down to sounding like somebody else.
I appreciate the comparison you drew with Graham Parker. I suppose
that its because hes currently maybe the only person thats doing
anything like me.
If theres a general musical area that hes working in, then I accept that
Im working in a similar area and the comparison is validly drawn. And Id
rather be compared to Graham Parker than Tom Jones. If someone came
along and said that I sounded like John Denver then Id fucking worry. Its
better to be compared to somebody good; but it still doesnt mean that I sit
at home trying to think of ways to rewrite songs from Heat Treatment.
Anyway, if Id had a record out before Graham Parker, it would all be
reversed cos, you know, the people whore saying that I sound like
Graham Parker are the same people who said that Graham Parker
sounded like Bruce Springsteen, who are the same people who said that
Bruce Springsteen sounded like Van Morrison, who are the same people
who said that Van Morrison sounded the same as Bobby Bland or
whoever. You know, the people who never listen to the fucking music.
The prospect of being compared to Springsteen, whose panavision
scenarios replete with so much obvious romantic, rock-mythology
imagery of a kind quite antithetical to Costellos writing fills Elvis with
anguish and dread.
Springsteen is always romanticising the fucking street, he complains,
with no little justification. Im bored with people who romanticise the
fucking street. The street isnt fucking attractive. I mean, I dont pretend
to live in the heart of one of the worst areas of the world, right. I live near
Hounslow. Its a very boring area. Its a terrible place. Awful. Nowhere.
Nothing happens. Theres nothing exciting or glamorous or romantic
about it.
Theres nothing glamorous or romantic about the world at the
moment. There is no place for glamour or romance. Romance, in the old
pop-song sense, has gone right out of the fucking window for the
moment. Nobodys got the time or the money. Its gone beyond all that.
But, please remember, I dont sit around wondering how people see the
world, or how they feel about things.
I dont attempt to express their feelings. I only write about the way I feel.
I mean, Im not arbitrator of public taste or opinion. I dont have a following
of people who are waiting for my next
word. I hope I never have that kind of
following. People should be waiting for
their own next word. Not mine.
LVIS appRoachEd StIff
Records last August: he arrived at
their office in West London with
a tape of his songs and the response of
Jake Riviera and Dave Robinson (also
manager of Graham Parker) was
immediate and enthusiastic.
They signed him to the label, in fact.
There was no phenomenal advance,
he laughs. Theyve bought me an amp
and a tape recorder. Im glad that theyre
not subsidising me to any greater extent. I
dont want to be put on a retainer and spend
my time ligging around record company
offices like a lot of other musicians.
I dont want any charity. I want to be out
gigging, earning money. I dont want anything
for nothing. Im not askin anybody for their
fucking charity. I went to a lot of record
companies before I came to Stiff. Major record
companies. And I never asked them for
charity. I didnt go in with any servile attitude.
I didnt go in and say, Look, Ive got these
songs and, well, with a bit of patching up and
elvis costello
Allan Jones
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The
insanity
hasnt
stopped
TOM PETTY & THE HEARTBREAKERS storm
into the UK. A true pro and a wry critic, Petty
doesnt think anything politics, image should
interfere with the business of rocknroll.
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Were professionals:
(lr) Benmont Tench,
Mike Campbell, Tom
Petty, Ron Blair and
Stan Lynch backstage
in LA, August 1977
When I was
14, me and
Mike used to
play in those
topless bars
TOm peTTy
LIVE!
John Orme
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The
dinosaurs
are still
dancing
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getty (2)
And the crowds had been great. To work live was, in Zeppelins plan for
The Big Return, a stimulus for any new albums they intended after such a
spell of inactivity. But they had difficulties with that programme. No new
album meant they were trading on past glories, as Plant described it.
And using material people were familiar with, they had the challenge of
giving people something above and beyond what they had already seen,
because who wanted a Zeppelin stage re-run of two or three years ago?
This was achieved by bringing back the acoustic set for the first time in
America for about seven years, and introducing songs like The Battle Of
Evermore previously rejected because Sandy Denny featured on the
record, and so they couldnt accurately recreate it on stage and taking
the odd risk.
To begin with, people were a little bit restless. They didnt know what
the hell was going on. Kept looking at us, presumably thinking, Are they
really that old? But because of the way in which weve taken the challenge
of reworking our old material and introducing some unlikely aspects of it
into stage work, weve gone a stage farther again.
For the first few concerts, they would look sheepishly at each other on
stage. No one spoke, but the question each seemed to be asking was: are
we getting it right?
Suddenly it burst through after six gigs, so that by the time we got to
places like St Louis, it had taken on another level of control, rather than
merely trotting out the old favourites. For example, John Paul Jones is
getting far more involved now, hes the sort of man-of-the-match!
And so, says Plant, he seemed to be finding himself smiling all the time
now like some grinning goon at the Talk Of The Town because they
had triumphed with their programme, and most of all because he had
been able to overcome something he was never sure he was going to be
capable of doing.
Ive won the battle up to now. Its a great feeling, I can tell you.
Zeppelin were well into the American tour by now, and it seemed
appropriate to ask Plant about the long-term future of the band,
particularly in view of the noisy soundings by lesser breeds who wanted
them to move over and make way for youth. Since they had gone so far
since their formation in 1968, and since he was talking quite
enthusiastically about their future, how did the singer see it shaping?
We took off with so much invigorating energy in 68, and then we
curbed that energy so that the whole dynamics of the band would ebb
and flow so that we wouldnt burn ourselves out musically by taking the
opportunity to go hair-raisingly mad and fade a whole-lotta-loving into
the sunset! he said. By sitting down and taking up the challenge and
realising that we were, are, and will be,
capable of expanding, that can be the
only hope for the future, and thats
how we want to make our impression
and be remembered for constantly
trying to ride the winds of change.
And how good we were at it in the
end, when its all over, will be up to the
individual to judge. I personally think
weve done it all right.
How did Robert see the bands fans
today? Were they picking up new ones
all along the line, or gaining new ones
and losing old ones what were his
own observations of the audiences on
this tour? He laughed and replied:
Id say we have a lot of people there
since the beginning or people who look
as if they were! Then again, I looked
behind the stage tonight, in the seats
that are not readily sought after, and
found a whole new breed coming up.
Kids whove got a pirate Zeppelin T-shirt
on thats much too big for them. And
then I smile. And I see our children, and
kids a few steps behind them digging it,
and in the end I come round to thinking
With an acoustic
that its funny it took such a long time to
section back in the
set, bassist John
bridge so many gaps, musically, yknow.
Paul Jones plays
There was, I mean, that period when
a triple-necked
there was us, alone, with so many other
instrument made
by Alan Manson
bands of good quality and calibre the
led zeppelin
I saw The
Damned and
found them
thrilling
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what they think of this and that. But youll only be asking these punk-rock
bands or new-wave bands or whatever if they vary what theyre doing,
because theres no staying power in staying the same.
hatever the taunts of Zeppelin as a tasteless machorock tank, its impossible to talk to their singer without
forming a real appreciation of his love for the music, which
balances the slightly unacceptable doomy image of the band. On stage
he comes over with venomous bite and little real heart, and in print
hes apt, perhaps, to sound glib. But in person, with the barriers down,
hes what you and I describe as a good chap.
I put it to him that he did not sell sex on stage as did some of his
contemporaries in hard-rock singing, but that he relied largely on music
instead of posing surely the antithesis of what was required and expected
of a true rocknroll vocalist? I suppose that when I wear a Wolverhampton
Wanderers shirt, thats hardly sexual, but I still read a lot of things saying
Im sexually doing this and sexually looking that on the stage.
If any of my movements appear sexual, then they are really just
accessories to the music at that point in time. I get quite heatedly involved
with whats going on musically, and invariably Im right in front of John
Pauls equipment or Jimmys. Im concentrating on what Im listening
to and I move accordingly. There are movements I do all the time,
regularly, but if I was going to start thinking about how I was going to
appear, I might take myself a little too seriously in the wrong direction.
So he did not regard himself as a solo attraction or personality asset to
Zeppelin? Oh God, no. Im a member of a band. I remember reading once
something John Entwistle said about, There go Zeppelin again, saying
how theyre one big happy family and theyll never break up, and weve
heard all this before. But all those critics should realise that I have no vocal
accelerations or movements. They are all inspired by the music around me
and the knowledge that I can do it anyway and want to push it a bit farther.
And that can only come by playing with people who surprise you.
Like Jimmys solo tonight in No Quarter it was just fantastic, very well
constructed in such a manner, different from before, so that I cant help but
respond differently to that. So that I can never see myself projecting myself
as the one who does the vocals while the other three play the music.
His greatest stimulant was the instrumental work of the others.
I cant see it changing dramatically, either. Im the guy who puts the
words in. No part of my job is to overshadow the music. Im not a symbol
or anything. The only reason that could change it is if, character-wise, we
started drifting apart, and then, to keep things together, Id have to look
elsewhere for stimulation.
bob gruen
And was that imminent? Oh no, no. Bonzo and I are getting on better
now than we ever have done. Weve only had one fight on this tour!
Still, he wished he could sing like Steve Marriott. There were many
moods to Zeppelins music, he insisted, and he couldnt think of one
single singer who was his inspiration from the same level as the heavier
stuff right through to Stairway To Heaven.
But I could never be compared with Steve Marriott, because hes too
good, unfortunately. He has got the best white voice, for sheer bravado
and balls. How he applies it to his career is neither here nor there, but he is
the master of white contemporary blues. He came down to some of our
rehearsals in London before this tour, and to me, the two of us singing
Muddy Waters songs was almost as hair-raising as our first gig.
Thats the dynamism of my vocalism, which I do touch on occasionally.
Its only one aspect, although Steve is the best at what he does. On the
more mellow side, there are a lot of people who can control their voices in
such a way that makes it pleasurable to the ear. At one point, Jesse Colin
Young had that ability, when The Youngbloods were at their best, on
Elephant Mountain and things like that. Lowell George I do like, and
when he sings in a subdued manner hes very good.
Since Plants musical roots are steeped in his love of the blues, I
wondered if he was especially conscious of this debt to the American
heritage, and whether, as a result, he thought that the USA saw a different
kind of Zeppelin performance from that enjoyed by other countries.
Right now, America is getting a rebirth from us, like the capital letter of
a new paragraph.
But when they return to England later this year with a concert, would
they be saying, Look, weve been away, but this is the best we can do?
Earls Court was a peak, Alexandra Palace a disaster, with shocking
sound, but right now he felt they were hitting it again. This is probably
traceable to the fact that, when working away from home, they
concentrated more on intense working.
Nobody comes up and taps you on the shoulder to involve you in
anything that isnt related to work when youre on the road in America.
This is solely work. No side effects. Whereas if youre travelling from home
to a gig in England, you tend to come out differently on stage, maybe
youre more relaxed but whatever, youre not wound up for work like in
America, where youre in a hotel and theres all this security round us and
you can feel a kind of tension.
So you get out on that stage knowing that thats the only release you
can possibly have, cos youre here to work, and WHOOSH! And after the
gig, no jingle jangles or going anywhere, just back to the hotel, put on the
Elmore James albums, and unwind that way.
led zeppelin
Whereas in England, working from a set base and doing a gig, going
home again, its different. Of course, if we did just an acoustic set back in
England it would probably be our finest hour! Nice and mellow and
gentle. But theres a kind of an excitement in an American audience that
belongs only to an American audience, and events during the concert
which you can pick up on tend to make your reactions to them, through
the music, that much more adamant.
Theres a lot of mishandling of kids, for instance, by the authorities,
and there are a lot of kids without manners who dont contemplate their
neighbour at all so that there is all this interplay which youre aware of.
Whereas at an English concert it goes on the way it starts off. The
enthusiasm builds, but its always retained inside that composure.
Yet he was angry at the stupid behaviour of many of the fans at Zeppelin
concerts who chucked dangerous fireworks about as a mark of
uncontrolled zeal. Rockets and sparklers and all sorts of other bizarre
fireworks might make for a pretty display, but when theyre hurtling on to
the control panel and get dangerously close to the stage and who knows?
presumably hurt some innocent fan somewhere, its a scary sight, and
thankfully missing from British rock gigs.
Granted that Zeppelin cant be held totally responsible for the sort of
audiences they attract, or for their behaviour, I put it to Plant that these
dodgy firecracker scenes, combined with the ever-present, depressing
sight of thousands of kids colliding with walls as they walked around
during Zep shows the victims of cheap wine and downers, maybe was
a high price to pay for the kind of excitement he enjoyed. He agreed, but
said a heavy-handed appeal to people to cool it wasnt advisable. Yes, the
firework scene indoors was worrying to him, because, eventually, it had
to result in someone getting hurt. But the best way he knew to deal with
the situation was not to lecture, but to say sshhhh and hope
In the end, its got to be a case of reaching out on a personal level to the
guy whos sitting there, about to do something silly, and persuading him
not to, and that listening to the music is the best way of enjoying the show.
The firework situation in the big arena of America was not so bad as it
was, he continued. It was essential to get through on a friendly basis and
try to get people around the idiots to slow down the firework action.
This was his only method. It usually worked.
Difficult, I suggested, urging cool logic on to
kids zonked out of their skulls on booze and
drugs. Difficult, but one of the responsibilities
we have. All these things go with the excitement
of the moment, I guess, but why people go
around armed with firecrackers is beyond me.
I find it disturbing, because obviously
somebody is going to come off the worst.
There are some towns in the Midwest where
they have whats called festival seating, which
means no seating, the first-come-first-served
effect. So you get people whove been queuing
all afternoon and theyre the first in. By the
third number, say by the time we reach
Nobodys Fault But Mine, theres this great
milling of people and its a bit chaotic. I have to
spend about 30 minutes trying to convince these folk that it would be
much better for us and them if they had some semblance of order.
It usually worked. It was difficult not to sound tactless, because the band
was, after all, playing for thousands of people who had been waiting to see
them for a long time. It could have an unsettling effect on the music, too.
Worst of all is the realisation that if the mob scenes continue, and
people are milling around in a crush, somebody is going to get hurt and
hit the deck. It is a constant worry.
I mean, when
I wear a
Wolves shirt
thats hardly
sexual
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The only
group
godlis
Television in 1977:
(lr) Fred Smith,
Tom Verlaine,
Richard Lloyd
and Billy Ficca
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television
We let
Richard Hell
play with us
and hoped
hed improve
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Michael Putland/getty
You have to need to play to spend, like, four or five years learning about
your instrument. You have to work at it constantly. You have to be
dedicated. Like, there must be a million guitarists and a million bands,
and if youre going to be heard as an individual youve got to work and be
prepared to spend all that time learning. I mean, its not the kind of thing
you can venture into casually.
The extraordinary empathy that exists between Verlaine and himself,
Lloyd asserts, can be attributed to this period of intensive rehearsal,
though he emphasises that on stage especially, their musical relationship
is by now an intuitive affair.
There are, he says, some songs during which he will take the principal
solos as a matter of expediency; then there are others where Verlaine and
he will simply realise that one or the other has the momentum to carry
through an unscheduled solo, in which case the other guitarist twill ease
back to a secondary role.
If we hadnt spent that time together, he says, we wouldnt know
what we were playing. Of course it was an important time. Theres never
been any ego problems; we both have enough to play to keep us both
happy as guitarists.
red Smith, who contributes the sinuous basslines that
underpin the guitar adventures of Tom Verlaine and Richard
Lloyd, admits that it was the British bands of the mid-60s that
first inspired him to play rocknroll.
Like Lloyd, he confesses to finding little about which to enthuse in
American music immediately prior to the transatlantic ascendancy of The
Beatles, Rolling Stones, Kinks and The Zombies who he remembers with
particular affection whose individual styles were a profound influence
on the American bands formed in the slipstream of their success.
He recalls, with amusement, his early high-school bands like the Poor
Boys and the Auroras, whose respective repertoires consisted of versions,
invariably inept, of current chart hits (usually British records, he
remembers), and later, psychedelic extravaganzas and anything we
could figure out how to play. We just used to copy everybody. If we could
play it, we played it no matter what it was.
He played guitar then rhythm guitar. I never played lead. I couldnt
play fast enough and only turned to bass six years ago after failing an
audition for a gig as a guitarist.
I hadnt been in a group for a while; Id sort of given up. I couldnt get the
guitarists gig; the group just wanted a bass player. I felt like playing again,
so I got a left-handed Japanese bass and turned it upside down and I liked
it. It was like learning a whole new instrument.
television
It was with a group called Captain Video. I played with them for a
while; it was around 1971. Leon Russell was big and we had an organ
player, so we did a lot of his numbers. It was nothing special, but I didnt
care. We couldve played anything and it wouldnt have bothered me
because I was just learning how to play. At the time I didnt even think
about what I wanted to hear from the bass.
When I first started playing I wondered if I should sound like the guy
from The Byrds or McCartney. I just played what sounded natural and
comfortable. If it sounded right I played it. I didnt sit around and study
the styles of any other bass players. I didnt want to have their styles
crammed into me.
Im not the kind of person who puts on a record and listens to the
bass player. I listen to the group. Im more interested in songs than
instrumentalists. The bass as an instrument, I find, has its limitations.
The bass players I like are subtle and play things that fit the song.
I dont like to hear bass players that really stick out. Like, someone like
Bill Wyman you dont notice at first, but if you suddenly catch what hes
playing itll send a chill up your spine because its so right.
Before joining Television in 1975 (when he replaced Richard Hell),
Smith played with Blondies Deborah Harry, first in a band called The
Stilettoes, then in the original Blondie. The Stilettoes featured three girl
singers and Fred found that fun. It was at the time that the New York Dolls,
those tragic figures of the New York scene, were being recognised
internationally, and NYC was alive with glitter and outrage combos
hoping to emulate the Dolls success.
It was all glitter bands, Smith recalls, Thats what was happening. It
was a lot of fun. It was exciting. There were all these groups forming on the
Lower East side. There was CBGB and Club 82 opening. There was
something happening. It was more fun that music. The Stilettoes, like
most of the other groups, were probably more into presentation than
music, but the girls wrote a few good songs. I enjoyed it.
The original Blondie lineup he describes as a sketch of the group that
toured here with Television. It was rougher, he says. We worked a lot
and just hoped that something would develop. It did eventually, but Id
left by that time.
We were a little erratic, you know. We had this drummer who kept
passing out, hed just collapse. A weak guy. Kept passing out all the time.
We used to open for Television at a lot of gigs, and I liked them a lot and
I knew all their songs, and then Tom asked me to join them because
Richard was on his way out. I knew that I had to go on and do something
new, and joining Television was something new, a challenge. I had to join,
you know.
Televisions escalation to prominence and popularity in America and
Europe is viewed casually by Smith; having struggled for so long in New
York, he is not easily infatuated by the groups
present success, and the personal glory that will
inevitably attend that success he is less than
enamoured of. Im just enjoying playing, he
says simply. Im enjoying touring. The whole
thing. I like it. It hasnt been as hard as I had been
told it would be. It isnt easy, but hotel rooms are
better than my own apartment, you know.
He is modest about his own contributions
to Televisions unique sound: Jesus, he says
when the question is posed. I think, more
than anything, I contribute to the time of the
band. I keep time for the whole band to enable
Richard and Tom to go off on solos whenever
and wherever they want to go. I keep the
bottom together. Yeah, like an
anchor. Its important.
When I heard the record for the
first time, I could hear how much
the band had developed.
When you
first hear us it
might sound,
you know a
little strange
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Ja n u a r y J une
Etymology in the UK
When it was
announced that
Peter Gabriel was
leaving Genesis, the question
uppermost in everybodys mind
was: Can they exist without
him? For, indeed, he was the
Genesis image with his strange
tales, macabre costumes and
eccentric behaviour on stage.
Now, two albums later, they
have shown that they are capable
of producing excellent music and
a stage act that stands up without
Peter Gabriel. However, in doing
so they have lost something that
was very important in creating
the Genesis persona of the first
five albums. Theyve lost their
sense of humour.
Compare tracks like Harold The
Barrel (Nursery Cryme), Suppers
Ready (Foxtrot) and The Battle
Of Epping Forest (Selling England
By The Pound) with anything from
Trick Of The Tail and Wind And
Wuthering. They still use the
technique of putting whimsical
little stories into song, with
beautiful, haunting music, but
there is nothing on either album
to give any relief from the
seriousness, which at times
becomes positively agonising.
I agree that, with the departure
of Gabriel and their reaching the
top of the first division, they are
bound to change and grow more
sophisticated. However, with this
increasing sophistication they are
going to start losing many younger
1977
Buried near
the grave of
his mother
1977
Ju ly s ep t ember
Boardroom drama
NME AUG 20 Musician/activist
Tom Robinson is signed to EMI.
He won
admiration
NME SEPT 24 On the brink of a comeback,
Marc Bolan is killed in a car accident.
arc Bolans lady, Gloria
Jones, had still not been told of
his death on Tuesday, when his
funeral took place at Golders Green. She
was still in shock after an operation on her
fractured jaw, but was said to be recovering
and resting comfortably. The couples
20-month-old son Rolan was being looked
after by Marcs parents.
Bolan died when the Mini in which he
was passenger, with Gloria at the wheel,
crashed into a tree in Barnes, South-West
London, last Friday morning. They were
returning home after a late meal at a West
End restaurant with Glorias brother,
Richard Jones, who was following behind
in his own car. The crash occurred at
a notorious accident
black spot, on the far side
of a hump-back bridge
and on a wet surface.
Bolan himself did not
drive and had never held
a licence. He had also
emerged from a selfconfessed period of drug taking and
hard drinking, sparked by his decline in
popularity and his divorce. He gave up both
drugs and drink when Gloria came into his
life, and was poised both mentally and
professionally for a major comeback.
The first step in his direction was his own
Granada TV series, which he completed
filming shortly before his death screening
of the final show, with the full consent of his
family, is next
Wednesday (28). His TV
producer Muriel Young
said this week, He won
the admiration of
everyone in the studio.
He really cared about his
show, his colleagues and
his music. And plans
were already being laid
His greatest
ambition was to
have another No 1
J u ly september
1977
MM JULY 16 Sandy Dennys pregnancy has provided a break from the ordeal of songwriting.
Why do I have to put myself through it? she wonders. Why cant I relax a little bit more?
andy denny looked radiant. Yes, one is always
supposed to say that about ladies when theyre
pregnant, but in this case it was true. She lounged
back, relaxed and ebullient, on the over-stuffed sofa of the
Northamptonshire cottage where she lives with her
husband, Trevor Lucas.
With her baby due barely a month from now, she was
already beginning to talk about an autumn tour, and with
no sign at all of any frustration at having been off the road
for so long well over a year, in fact, since she and Trevor
left Fairport Convention.
To be honest, she said, Ive enjoyed every minute
of it, cos in many ways I really needed a break from the
business. Ive been in it up to my eyes for over 10 years,
virtually non-stop, though people dont realise it because
Im not hitting the headlines every day. But when youre
working for ten or 11 years with not much of a break, you
can go completely mad without realising it at the time. Its
taken me since last summer to get back to some sort of
sanity something I didnt even realise Id lost.
Now I feel I can renew my old
enthusiasm. For instance, last week I just
went and played the piano for about
three hours, all sorts of stuff, just for my
own enjoyment. It really felt fantastic.
Its the first time Ive done that, just out
of sheer enjoyment, not out of necessity
not having to learn something or write
something. I tell you what, it feels good
for the first time in years.
I think by the time that Im ready to go
back and work, which will be October or
November, I shall be ready to do it.
Obviously, theres a lot to go through
before then, with the baby and
everything, but this is how I feel now.
If I continue along the way I feel now
about my music, not about the business
Im not really
interested any
more in being
heavy with people
Generation X
have abandoned
a scheduled gig at
Glasgows Zhivago
club this Thursday
(18), and will instead
play at the Paisley
Silver Thread Hotel.
The bands publicist
claims punk gigs
have been banned
by Glasgow City
Council. NME AUG 20
Suzi Quatro
has been invited to
read for the part of
Leather, a female
rocknroll singer in
the next Happy
Days series. Miss
Qs live album,
recently recorded in
Japan, is to be
released in the UK
at the end of the
year. NME AUG 20
Status Quo have
started recording
their next studio
album in Sweden.
The sessions were
delayed while
drummer John
Coughlan had an
operation for
appendicitis. The
band return to this
country in the
autumn for a major
tour. NME AUG 20
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sandy denny on
stage in autumn 1977,
during a Uk tour to
promote her final
album, Rendezvous
Motorheads
current UK tour was
cancelled last week
when drummer Phil
Taylor broke his
right hand in a brawl.
Taylor was injured
during a fight with a
roadie in a Plymouth
hotel, and will be
unable to play for at
least a month. But
the band hope to
reschedule the
abandoned dates in
late September as
part of another
extensive series of
British concerts.
The Count
Bishops, who were
playing support to
Motorhead, will now
headline at two
venues booked for
the tour. NME AUG 20
1977
ju ly s ep t ember
September 7, 1977:
backed by Herbie
Flowers, Tony
Newman and Dino
Dines, Bowie and
Bolan jam together
on the Marc show
Great fun
SHEILA ROCK/REX
1977
j u l y s e p t em b e r
Everyone
has a
beastly
side
NME AUGUST 6
HE PROSPEROUS
CYBORGS at the next
table in the back room of
this expensive Stockholm
eating-place are sloshing
down their coffee as fast
as they possibly can, with such indecent
haste that one plump, middle-aged
Swedette disgraces herself in the process.
As they vacate the premises, another
troupe are ushered in, take a look at
the party in the corner and usher
themselves out again.
John Rotten a discordant symphony of
spiky crimson hair, grubby white tuxedo
embellished with a giant
paperclip on the lapel and
an absolutely godawful black
tie with orange polka dots
looks at the departing
Swedish posteriors with
no little disdain.
It mustve been my
aftershave, he remarks in
his fake-out voice, halfway
between Kenneth Williams,
Sweeney Todd and Peter
Cook, and returns to his
beefheart fillet, which
much to his disgust is
delicious. He eats nearly
all of it and that night he
doesnt even throw up.
1977
j u l y s e p t em b e r
In Stockholm, the Sex Pistols are a big deal. God Save The Queen is
in the Top 10, just as it is in Norway, where they also have for their pains
a monarchy. Theyve been splattered all over the national press in
Scandinavia just like over here; more so than any other visiting rock
band, or so they tell me, anyway.
It hardly bears thinking about: The outrageous young superstar of
Britains controversial punk-rock group the Sex Pistols knocked over
an ashtray this morning while having his breakfast. MPs commented,
Is this the kind of behaviour that we want our young people to emulate?
We must certainly think carefully about allowing this kind of performer
on television. See editorial: page two. And all in Swedish, too
In general, though, Sweden has been less willing to take John Rotten
at his word and identify him with the Antichrist than the good ol UK.
Theyve stayed four nights in the same Stockholm hotel without any
complaints from the management, despite Sid Vicious taking a leak in
the corridor because two girls had locked themselves in the bathroom
of his particular chamber.
When the local equivalent of Teds (a bunch of kustom-kar kruisers/
American Graffiti freaks known as raggare) began harassing the Pistols
fans as they left the gig and, indeed, followed the band and their admirers
back to and into the hotel, the police were right there for the protection
of the people.
I even saw one Swedish copper at the back of the hall on the second gig
doing a restrained but joyful pogo to the lilting strains of Pretty Vacant.
Can you imagine that at a British Pistols gig in fact, can you imagine a
British Pistols gig at all these days? In Britain, if the police were informed
that the Sex Pistols and/or their fans were getting the shit whacked out of
them somewhere, the most you could expect would be that theyd show
up an hour or two later to count the bodies and bust the survivors (if any)
for threatening behaviour.
At home the Sex Pistols are public enemies. In Sweden theyre an
important visiting Britpop group. So it goes
EMME TELL you a little bit about Stockholm, just for context
and perspective, before we get on to the good bits. Theyve got
the highest standard of living in the world over there weep,
Amerika, weep with an average weekly wage of 120 and prices
to match. A bottle of beer will set you back over a quid a throw, and
by British standards it aint even beer; more like a beer-flavoured
soft drink that fills you up and leaves you belching and farting and
urinating like an elephant and doesnt even get you pissed. You can
drink 20 quids worth of the poxy stuff and still go to bed sober,
though the O Henry twist-in-the-tail comes when you wake up
with a hangover.
Somehow the idea of a suffering hangover without even having been
drunk is peculiarly Swedish.
The natives dont see it quite that way, though. Through some weirdness
or other of the Scandinavian metabolism, they get completely zonko on
the stuff, with the result that the authorities think that they have an
alcohol problem. You can imagine what effect
this would have on a bunch like the Sex Pistols,
who are pretty fond of their beer. It got so bad
that by the end of the tour John Rotten gave up
in disgust and started drinking Coca-Cola.
Swedish television is fun, too. For a start, the
two channels only operate for a combined
seven hours each night, and the programming
seems to consist almost exclusively of obscure
documentaries and the occasional mouldy old
English B-picture. Radio is impossibly dopey
you cant even dance to a rocknroll station,
cuz theres nuthin goin on at all. Not at all.
In the discos, they play the same dumbo
records that they play in UK discos, only six
months later, and the girls think youre weird if
you dont/cant dance the Bump.
Put it this way: if you think that theres nothing going on in your
particular corner of the UK, then theres double nothing going on in
Sweden. Make that treble nothing. God only knows what the Swedes get
up to in the privacy of their own homes to cope with the total lack of decent
public entertainment facilities, but it must be pretty bloody extreme.
We thought some kind of oasis had been discovered when we found
a late-night cafe that served Guinness.
I stayed in for
about two
weeks cos
everyone kept
calling me Sid
The nucleus was Cook and Jones (the latter then singing as well as
playing guitar), Glen Matlock on bass and sundry additional guitarists
including Mick Jones (now of The Clash), Brian James (now of The
Damned) and Nick Kent (now of no fixed abode).
The Sex Pistols had their dark genesis when Jones, Matlock and Cook
got together with Johnny Rotten under the Cupid auspices of Malcolm
McLaren. Since Glen Matlock got the push and was replaced by Rottens
old college (not university college) buddy and neo-bassist Sid Vicious,
the Pistols have consisted of two factions: Cook/Jones and Rotten/Vicious.
These factions are by no means opposed or unfriendly or at crosspurposes; its just that Paul and Steve get up earlier and go to bed earlier
(with all that implies) and John and Sid get up later and go to bed later
(with all that implies) Paul and Steve hanging out together before Sid
and John get up and Sid and John hanging out together after Paul and
Steve have gone to bed.
John and Sid are the public face of the Sex Pistols: Jagger and Richard to
the other twos Watts and Wyman, even though itd be highly misleading
to assume that the creative chores are split that way as well.
Anyway, thats as much background as weve time or need for, so zoom
in on the Happy House, a Stockholm club run under the auspices of the
local universitys Student Union where were a few minutes early for the
soundcheck prior to the first of the bands two nights there.
NE THING you have to say for Rodent: it takes a lot of bottle
to set up gear while wearing a pair of those dumb bondage
pants that strap together at the knees.
Rodent, Boogie and this Swede called Toby (though the band and
their own crew call him Bollock-Chops) have just schlepped a massive
PA system, three amps, a drum kit and all the rest of the paraphernalia
that it takes to put on a rock show up to the second floor of this horrible
structure, and Rodents done it all in bondage pants.
He does it the next night with his sleeves held together with crocodile
clips. Its a mans life in the punk-rock business. Join the professionals.
Sid Vicious has caused everybody a massive amount of relief by
returning from London with the news that he beat the assault rap
completely and copped a mere (?) 125 fine for the knife.
Howd you dress for court, Sid?
Oh, I wore this real corny shirt my mum got me about five years ago
and me steels. I mustve looked a right stroppy cunt.
Oh yeah, we havent really met Sid yet. He got the name Sid when he
was named after an allegedly really foul-looking albino hamster of that
name that he and Rotten used to have.
I hate the name Sid, its a right poxy name, its really vile. I stayed in
for about two weeks because everyone kept calling me Sid, but they just
wouldnt stop. Rotten started. Hes orrible like that, hes always picking
on me
Rotten: Sids the philosopher of the band.
Vicious: Im an intellectual.
Rotten: Hes also an oaf. He listens to what everybody else says and
thinks, How can I get in on this?
Vicious: No I dont! Im a highly original thinker, man; hes just jealous
because Im really the brains of the group. Ive written all the songs, even
right from the beginning when I wasnt even in the group. They was so
useless they had to come to me because of they couldnt think of anything
by themselves
Thank you, boys. Well be returning to this conversation later, but
meantime theres this soundcheck to do and it sounds terrible.
The stage is acoustically weird and means that by the time Sids got his
bass amp set up so that he can hear himself the bass is thundering around
the hall with an echo that bounces like a speed freak playing pinball. The
drums and guitar have been utterly swamped and everybody has a
headache. Even me the man who stood 10 feet in front of Black Sabbath
yelling, Louder! Louder! I have a headache. Oh, the shame and
degradation of it all!
The problem is partially solved by the simple expedient of moving
the amp forward until its beside Sid instead of behind him. Its
unorthodox but it works and it means that a semi-reasonable
balance can be obtained. The sound still swims in the echoey hall
and everybodys brought down something you should pardon the
expression rotten.
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We do what
we want to
do and theres
no industry
behind us
sex pistols
Over the other side of the shop, Rotten is trying on a pair of repulsive
leopardskin-topped shoes.
Theyre really orrible, he beams. I must have them. I could start
another absurd trend like safety pins.
The way that previous sartorial quirk of his had caught on with The
Youth and become an industry virtually overnight is a source of vast
amusement to him as well it might be.
With the Only True Swedish Punk and his girlfriend are two 12-year-old
kids, neighbours of theirs from out in the country, where they live. These
two kids immediately latch on to Vicious, and he spends much of his day
sitting with them and playing with them and talking to them generally
keeping the kids amused. Hes really great with them if you know
anyone whos got a pre-adolescent kid whos into punk rock and needs
a babysitter, allow me to recommend you Sid Vicious, Mary Poppins in
punks clothing.
The previous night, the air had been thick with rumours that the
raggare had eyes for trashing, and for the second gig the one open to the
teenage punk rockers the talk is intensified.
The bands limo shaddup at the back there! and the attendant
dronemobiles are waved through a police cordon and everyones hustled
through a back door mach schnell.
Get that poser inside! snaps Rotten as Swedens Only True Punk
dawdles to make sure hes noticed in the exalted company. Theres less
dressing-room ligging than last time and the band are on fast as shit.
The punkette audience tonight is a lot cooler and better behaved than
the beer-chucking beardies who made up last nights crew, and the band
feel a far greater kinship to the crowd.
Its our night tonight! shouts Rotten as the band crash into Anarchy,
and tonight his contempt is not directed at the audience but on their
behalf at a phantom enemy: the crowds who lurk outside the police
cordons in their Dodges, Chevies and Cadillacs.
Tonight everything goes fine. The monitors work, the
sounds fine and the band relax and play a better, longer set,
graced by a couple of additional numbers that they hadnt
bothered to get into the night before, including Satellite Boy
and Submission.
Next to me, a girl sits on her boyfriends shoulders, oblivious
to the little bubble of blood welling up around the safety-pin
puncture in her cheek. After a while, she switches the safety pin
to her other cheek sos she can link it up with the chain in her
earring. Pretty soon, that begins to bleed too. She doesnt care.
Everybody band, audience, even the cop at the back is high
as a kite and happy as can be. Theres no violence and not a bad
vibe in sight; everybodys getting off. And this is the show that
our guardians wont let us see?
Listen, all the Pistols do is get up on stage, play some songs
and get off again. Shit, officer, taint nothin but a little rocknroll
fun; no chicken-killing, throwing of clothes into the audience,
nudity, or any of that dirty stuff. No audience manipulation, no
incitement. This is healthy, Jack.
The trouble comes after the audience leave; it aint the Pistols
fault, and theres nothing at all that the Pistols can do about it.
Were all upstairs drinking rats piss when theres a commotion
outside and someone reports in with the news that a bunch of
raggare have just chased a couple of young girl fans and ripped
the pins right through their faces to prove what big bad tough
guys they are.
Sid wants to go out there and lay into them. Someone else
suggests ramming them with the limousine like the cat in the
South did to the Ku Klux Klan awhile back. Ultimately, theres
nothing that can be done except call the Fuzz and feel very, very
sick about the whole thing.
O ULTIMATELY, WHY are the various establishments
governmental, media and even rocknroll more
frightened of the Pistols than of any other previous
manifestation of rocknroll madness?
Because they were all to some extent slightly controlled by the
industry, says Rotten, ensconced with Vicious and Cook in the
relative peace and quiet of a hotel room. There was always an
element of the establishment behind it, but with us its totally our
own. We do what we want to do and theres no industry behind
us. Thats the difference. Thats what frightens them
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j u l y s e p t em b e r
find-out-what-the-kids-aredoing-and-make-them-stop trick.
Yeah, but when they find out
its always too late, he says.
In five years time theyll have
schoolteachers with safety pins
in their ears. Its so predictable
with those oafs.
Vicious: The definition of
a grown-up is someone who
catches on just as something
becomes redundant.
The kids Rotten went to school
with werent really into music,
except the geezers I hung around
with. It was in skinhead times
and they couldnt understand
how a skinhead could like The
Velvet Underground. It was quite
apt. I went to the Catholic School
in Caledonian Road, opposite the
prison. What a dungeon!
Force-feeding you religion along
with the lessons?
Yeah, it was terrible. They really destroy you with what they do to your
soul. They try and take away any kind of thought that might in any way be
original. You know when caning was banned? In Catholic schools that
didnt apply, because theyre not state-run. They get aid from the state,
but theyre not entirely state-run. I dont know where they get their money
from Id like to know. Its probably some Irish mafia.
What they try to do is turn you out a robot. When it comes to allocating
jobs for a student whos about to be kicked out into the wild world, its
always jobs like bank clerk be a railway attendant or a ticket collector.
Even the ones who stayed on for A-levels
Were any of the teachers halfway human?
The ones that were got sacked very quickly. Everything was taught in
a very strict style, in the same way that they taught religion: this is the
truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, and if you dont like it
youre gonna get caned. But Catholic schools build rebels: a lot went along
with it, but a lot didnt. There was always a riot in religion classes.
Nobody liked that subject.
I got kicked out when I was nearly 15 14 and a half because I had too
long hair. I had really long hair
A balding old hippy with a big pair of platforms on, sneers Vicious.
Thats what you were. I went to the same college as him
to get O-levels, Rotten finishes the sentence for him. I waited a year
and a bit because I went on building sites working, and then I went to get
some O-levels because I still had it in me that O-levels were the way to
heaven plus I didnt want to work no more.
I got a grant. It was very easy. For some reason
I always liked technical drawing and
geography. At college I did maths, English,
physics, technical drawing and chemistry
cook: Ive got an O-level in woodwork.
Vicious: Ive got two O-levels English and
English Literature and Im very intelligent.
Rotten: English Literature was a joke.
I passed that with flying colours without even
trying. It was stupid fucking Keats poetry,
because I did my English in my Catholic school.
They kicked me out halfway through the
course because they said Id never pass, but
theyd already entered me, so I went and took
the exam privately because I was still entitled to
sit down at County Hall.
And I passed with an A and I went down there
with the certificate and showed it to em.
getty
Were
fighting
people who
ought to be on
our side
like rock music, but I like what we do with it. How could we sing about
Jah Rastafari? Even Police And Thieves is full of innuendo, its about
three in one God on the cross and on each side are the police and the
thieves; Rasta in the middle. Thats what the song implies. It doesnt need
to say more, because a Jamaican will know straight away. Besides, I dont
like Junior Murvins voice.
Hes very much like Curtis Mayfield.
Yeah, very much like Curtis Mayfield.
And you dont like Curtis Mayfield?
Yeah, I do. I like the music; theres a different feel about it.
Do black kids dig your music? Do they understand it as part of the
same thing?
For sure. Where was that gig where a lot of dreads turned up? That was
really shocking. I think it was an early Nashville, years ago. There was
a few of them at the back, and I was really shocked that theyd be there.
I talked to them afterwards and they said, Understand, just understand,
man will understand, mon. You never get any trouble from blacks. They
understand its the same movement.
Yeah, but reggae singers talk about what they love at least as much as
they do about what they hate.
Dont we?
Only by implication: in the sense that if its known what you stand
against it can then be inferred what you stand for.
Yeah, but its the same with reggae. There are so many people who
refuse to listen to them: No no, its all a big con. All this terrible Jah
and Rasta stuff, its all a big con to make money. Theres been loads
of reviews
That one by Nick Kent was just classic ignorance, comparing reggae
with hippies.
AnY PeoPle like to feel that Malcolm McLaren is in
total control of the Sex Pistols: Svengali to Rottens Trilby.
Maybe they feel happier thinking that Rottens controlled
by McLaren than they do feeling that
maybe he isnt controlled at all.
They need to do that because they dont
want to think differently than they already
do. They like their safe world. They dont
like realising the way things actually are.
cook: They fucking do that with
everybody. They dont like admitting that
anybody actually is the way they are. They
always say, They got it from them, theyre
just like them.
Vicious: The trouble is that the general
public are so contrived themselves that
they cant imagine how anybody else could
not be contrived. Therefore, if youre not
contrived, they have to find some way of
justifying their own contrivance
Ghost voiceover from the past: Jack
Nicholson in Easy Rider telling Fonda and
Hopper, Theyre not scared of you. Theyre
scared of what you represent to them
what you represent to them is freedom.
But talking about it and being it thats
two different things.
I mean, its real hard to be free when you are bought and sold
in the marketplace. Course, dont ever tell anybody that theyre
not free, cos then theyre gonna get real busy killin and maimin
to prove to you that they are. Oh yeah theyre gonna talk to you
and talk to you and talk to you about individual freedom, but they
see a free individual, its gonna scare em.
But I dont tell em what my ghost voice says, because thats
hippies, and thats past and gone and it was bullshit anyway.
Or so they tell me.
A few more things about Johnny Rotten. When he was eight he
had meningitis, and it left him with weak eyes, permanent sinus,
stunted growth and a hunched back.
The once-decayed teeth which got him his nickname are held
together with steel rods.
They only time I saw him throw up was because his dinner had
disagreed with his somewhat unstable digestive system and
then some twisto went into the bog after hed finished and started taking
polaroids of it.
He uses foot powder on his hair because it absorbs all the grease. I never
saw him hassle anyone who didnt hassle him, and I never saw him
bullshit anyone who didnt bullshit him, and what more can you say for
anyone in 1977?
Turn the other cheek too often and you get a razor through it John
Rotten, 1977.
Still, 1977 is a prize year for violence, and talking about the Pistols nearly
always ends up as talking about violence, so in the words of Gary
Gilmore lets do it.
When they push you into a corner like that, what are you to do? You
either kill them or give up, which is very sad, because were fighting
people who ought to be on our side or are on our side but dont know it.
They say were using them, but the real people who are using them they
dont even know about.
Vicious: Were quite nice friendly chappies, really, but everyone has
a beastly side to them, dont they? I cant think of anyone I know who if
somebody messed around with them they wouldnt do em over.
Rotten: People are sick of being used, but theyre now attacking the
wrong people eg, us. When I was a skinhead, everyone I know used to go
to the football games, and the match had nothing to do with it. What else
was there to do? Disco? The youth club? Talkin bout my generation
there was nothing else except alcohol.
Yeah, but having a barney with a bunch of people whore there to have
one too is one thing, but random picking-on in the streets like some
skinheads used to do to hippies is a whole other ballgame.
Rotten: Yeah, but to a skinhead it looked like: These geezers are
having fun doing what theyre doing and were not just because of the way
we look, so smash em up and stop their fun. Its just like the Teds in
London, cos like I said, when I had a crop and I went to a festival, the
reaction I had was terrible.
Violence is always the end result of nothing to do. And its very easy,
and its very stupid.
Johnny Rotten is an avid fan of The Prisoner,
which figures. After all, hes not a number. Hes
a free man. And no matter what they put him
through, hell always be a freer man than any
of the people whove tried to tear him down.
Charles Shaar Murray
sex pistols
1976
j u l y s e p t em b e r
Joan Armatrading:
absorbing all the
right styles
ALBUMS
REVIE
W
1977
ALBUMS
Joan Armatrading
Show Some Emotion A&M
With her oblique, uniquely
structured songs and a voice that
swirls so passionately around the
words that you just have to listen
carefully, Joan Armatrading has
quickly become one of our most
distinguished artists. When she
arrived with her brilliant album
Joan Armatrading, keen students
of the songs knew it would be
hard for her to top such a
collection. Every one, from Love
And Affection to Water And
The Wine, had that compelling
touch of a truly original artist
who had absorbed all the right
styles and then transplanted her
own urgent stamp.
Here she is, then, long after
that crucial breakthrough
album and its great to be able
to herald Show Some Emotion as
a spectacular follow-up, full of
warm songs reflecting the album
title and also mirroring Joans
apparent obsession with
romantic aspirations which she
fears might not be fulfilled.
Her roots lie firmly in the blues,
and never has this been more
apparent than on Opportunity,
a cleverly conceived song about
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committing a
crime (a bank raid,
perhaps?) which results in misery.
Joans aspirations to this depth
of songwriting bode well for the
future and her rare plaintive vocal
puts her firmly in a line of descent
from the great blues singers.
Woncha Come On Home,
which kicks off the record, is as
powerful as anything she has
performed in the upbeat, while
Show Some Emotion and
Peace In The Mind
demonstrate again her quirky
song construction, which remains
such a positive characteristic.
Theres even a pure ballad, Get
In The Sun, which is kicked so
hard in the treatment that it turns
into a blend of disco and jazz.
But yes, there is a criticism.
Because of the speedy changes
in the songs notably the
poignant ballad Willow, with its
carefully written story, along the
lines of Reach Out, Ill Be There
Joans diction loses out and the
lyrics are
difficult to
discern. A
shame, but
careful study
is repaid, all
the same. The
lyrical theme
SINGLES
Adverts
Gary Gilmores Eyes ANChor
BILLY JOEL
Souvenir CBS
Some artists sit on the precipice
of The Major Breakthrough for
so long that it becomes an act of
real patience, awaiting their
arrival. So it is with Billy Joel. Ever
since America took a fancy to him
with a killer single called Piano
Man, it has been obvious with
the release of each album that he
has all the vocal, instrumental,
and songwriting equipment to
match the impact of Elton John.
If anything, hes a more
inspired, less predictable writer
than Elton, as evinced here by
The Entertainer, The Ballad
Of Billy The Kid and Ive Loved
These Days. Basically, Billy Joel
writes songs much closer to the
bone than many others. He takes
as his basis for writing not love or
interdependence by two people,
more the loneliness and neardesperation of young Americans.
Thus, New York State Of Mind
and Los Angelenos tend to be
commentaries on the extremes
of these two cities, while
Captain Jack is a lament on
a 21-year-old man morally at sea.
The Entertainer parades the
empty life on the road of those
people, while Say Goodbye To
Hollywood pinpoints the citys
transparent shallowness.
As well as being a fine writer,
Joel is a powerful pianist. This
record, from a TV recording,
presents material from three
albums, Piano Man, Streetlife
Serenade and Turnstiles, as well
as new material. He has not taken
an easy route in success, being
a commentator on the passing
scene more than a flat-out
romantic. But if he continues to
build on his strength, there is no
doubt Joel will eventually clinch
it, because his performances of
interesting songs are often
magnetic. Ray Coleman, MM Aug 13
NME Aug 20
Roogalator
Love And The Single Girl VIrGIN
Hmmmmmm. Old-fashioned
blue-beat jump rhythm, electric
piano chiming like ice in a tall
glass on a hot day, breathy vocals
like Colin Blunstone with
laryngitis. Must be Roogalator!
Im already tapping my fingers
gently on the table and wishing I
could go out for a beer.
This record tries abnormally
hard to sound cool, but it just
sounds wet. Even the attempt
at a rave-up B-side transforms
James Browns sweaty, demonic
I Got You into something long,
cool and neat. Roogalator play
great and I love the kind of mid60s R&B soul that theyre
drawing on, but hey, a little more
humanity, please. NME Aug 20
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T Rex
Celebrate Summer EMI
For one golden instant I thought
Marc had finally pulled off the
unalloyed pop triumph that he
needs as a convincing, viable
follow-up to Get It On. This
isnt it, but its certainly the most
likeable single hes made for a
long time, even though it, ahem,
borrows the melody and chord
sequence of The Deviants
Lets Loot The Supermarket.
Summer is heaven in 77, yeah?
Depends where you are, Marc.
I wouldnt anticipate heavy sales
in Lewisham for a week or two.
NME Aug 20
Ian Dury
Sex And Drugs And RocknRoll
StIff
1977
OC TOBER DECEMBER
Three dead,
three injured
NME OCT 29 Southern rock band Lynyrd
Skynyrd decimated in a plane crash.
T 9.02pm LOCAL TImE on Thursday, October 20, in
remote woodland in south-west Mississippi, Lynyrd
Skynyrd ceased to exist. The whole band were
involved in an air crash, killing three of their members
and critically injuring another three, so adding to the
string of recent tragedies.
The bands lead singer Ronnie Van Zant died, along with
their newest recruit, guitarist Steve Gaines (who joined
last year) and his sister Cassie Gaines, one of the three
backing vocalists. Also killed were personal manager Dean
Kilpatrick and the two pilots, while two of the road crew
died subsequently in hospital.
Gary Rossington (guitar), Leon Wilkeson (bass) and Billy
Powell (keyboards) were seriously injured and, on Monday,
were still on the critical list. Guitarist Allen Collins and
drummer Artimus Pyle were also injured, as well as the
other backing singers, but they are said to be recovering.
The plane was on charter to Skynyrd, and was carrying
the full band and their road and lighting crew. First reports
suggest that it ran out of fuel and clipped some trees as the
pilot tried to crash land.
The bands latest album, with the unfortunate title of
Street Survivors, was officially released her by MCA the
day after the crash. And because of this, MCA have no
immediate plans for a memorial or compilation album. In
America, the LP went gold on the day of release.
Skynyrd had just started a massive four-month tour of
the States to promote the album. It opened on October
15 and was due to run until mid-February, and they
were on their way to a concert on Friday (21) at
Louisiana University in Baton Rouge when the disaster
occurred. Their British promoter Harvey Goldsmith
had just returned from America, after signing them for
a major British tour in March.
They were discovered by Al Kooper, and made their
name as support on The Whos 1973 US tour. They first
toured Britain as support to Golden Earring, and were
so successful that they finished by headlining their
own Rainbow concert.
They have since continued to grow in stature:
touring here several times and in the last NME Poll
were voted one of the worlds Top 10 rock bands.
pa photos
1977
OCTO B E R DECEMBER
october 6, 1977:
donna summer high
kicking and singing
in saint-tropez,
south-eastern France
A woman is still a
woman thank God
MM OCT 15 A chaotic trip to meet disco star Donna Summmer.
The key to her notoriety? I just sang an erotic song, thats all.
If everyone had
my telephone
number I can
only give so much
We really have
nothing to say
MM OCT 15 John Lennon is retiring
sort of. Weve decided to be
with our baby as much as we can.
John Lennon
outside the dakota
building in new
York city, 1977
I became a
musician because
of Elvis Presley
Entirely amicable
MM NOV 12 Theres a
split in Black Sabbath.
zzie [sic] osbourne, singer with Black Sabbath since the band formed nine years
ago in Birmingham, has quit. His decision came after a meeting with the band last week,
and he said his departure is entirely amicable. He has left the band to follow some form
of solo career, but exactly what is planned has not yet been announced.
Black Sabbath are now looking for a replacement singer, and a vocalist with a fairly wellknown band flew in from America this week for an
audition. The band was planning an album when
Osbourne decided to quit, and as soon as a singer has
been found, rehearsals will go ahead. The record will be
recorded in Toronto before Christmas, and is due for
release in the spring to coincide with a British tour.
1977
OCTO B E R DECEMBER
People tell me
were political
OCTOBERDECEMBER
1977
The Radiators
From Space,
currently touring
with Thin Lizzy,
release their third
single on Chiswick
on Friday week.
Prison Bars is in
mono and taken
from their TV Tube
Heart LP. MM Nov 12
Julie Covington,
who came to fame
with Jesus Christ
Superstar and Evita,
releases her version
of Alice Coopers
Only Women
Bleed on Friday.
The Virgin single
features orchestral
arrangements
by John Cale,
who appears
on keyboards.
MM Nov 12
Charles Mingus,
the influential jazz
bass player and
composer, has had
to cancel a one-off
concert at Londons
Hammersmith
Odeon on Nov 30.
MM Nov 12
Rocknroll singer
Shakin Stevens has
been selected to
play the part of
young Elvis Presley
in Jack Goods
musical Elvis, which
opens at Londons
Astoria Theatre on
November 28.
Sixties singer PJ
Proby will play
Presley after the
age of 40 in the
musical. Good, the
man responsible for
the famous Oh Boy!
TV show of the late
1950s, is producing
and directing the
stage show, and
music is provided by
Fumble. Stevens
band the Sunsets
will play their
planned dates
without him, with
vocals taken by
drummer Rocker
Louie and pianist
Ace. MM Nov 12
HISTORY OF ROCK 1977 | 113
1977
O C T O B E R D ECEMBER
Whats a
normal
person?
Keiths drug bust, vomiting journalists,
punk rock MICK JAGGER floats effortlessly
above it all. Bad circumstances develop,
says Mick, and once you get a bad
reputation its very hard to shake it off.
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gjisbert hanekroot / getty
When I go on the
road, I become a
total monster:
Mick Jagger in
London, 1977
1977
O C T O B E R D ECEMBER
Didnt you eat? inquired Mick with surprising solicitude (some rock
stars would merely ring for a secretary and ask that the interviewer be
hurled from the premises). You shouldnt drink on an empty stomach.
I ate. Two of those things and he pointed to the battered remains of
a pair of hamburgers.
I stumbled away from the unedifying spectacle, but after a few difficult
moments was able to return and continue a cross-examination of one of
the Living Legends Of Our Time.
ick made a surprise appearance in London Town last
week, having jetted in from New York for business meetings.
It has been suggested in some quarters that he was primarily
interested in helping, by publicity, to promote the last album for
Warner Brothers, the double Love You Live. This is a practice not
entirely without precedent in the rock business, but Mick did not seem
over-worried about Loves evolution, contents or fate. He has, after all,
made quite a few records in his career and one more Stones album is
not exactly a cause for bouts of ecstasy.
Master Jagger arrived in our midst wearing white trousers and a pink
shirt. I came in from New York last night, he revealed. Id been there
a few days hustling the album, doing radio and TV. He was a bit indistinct
as he was still munching a hamburger at the time.
Had Mick been listening to the exciting new music that was going to
change the rock world as we know it?
Well (munch munch) you have to listen to a lot of bad stuff before
you find anything good. And he indicated a great pile of new-wave
singles on his desk by Chelsea, Electric Chairs, etc. I went to a few clubs
in New York, all those ones on the same street. I dunno. It was all like the
night before last. Another world. Its starting to happen in London at
Covent Garden. You bin to the Rock Garden? They have some very good
bands there. Some are good, some are quite awful.
Its like listening to reggae records. You hear 20 singles and find one
good one. Its a lotta work listening to bands. Sure, I always go out. Thats
what I wanna do when I go out, listen to bands. Sure, I see more bands
than movies. I like to check out the ones that are supposed to be good.
I like to go to clubs that have six bands on in one night, and you see em
all and cant remember their names! But I go to concerts and clubs all
the time. I dont get excited about records, Id rather see the bands live.
A lot of the new bands dont record well anyway. Ive got some
here the Squeeze Right To Work by Chelsea, thats terrible.
What will happen next in the great Stones saga?
Were going into the studio and were going to start
recording our next album in Europe.
Keith will be able to play on that one?
Yeah, no problems. He can leave the States, go
back and forward, they seem to be very sweet
about it. I dont know whats going to happen
to him in Canada, though. Ive no idea.
Something will happen eventually, but I dont
know what. The trial is on December 2nd
unless they put it back again. This seems to
be a tough one. Well see. Yeah, Ive been
worrying about it, but its much more
worrying for Keith than it is for me.
Had he made any contingency plans?
No, I cant make plans until I know
whats going to happen. Because anything
can happen and well just have to meet it
as it comes.
There had been many wild suggestions
as to who might replace Keith Richard
in the Stones if he was sent to prison
in Canada.
Well, Ive just said I cant say what is
going to happen. They might put him on
probation. He might have to report to
Canada every week. They could make him
live in Toronto, or go into hospital. They can
He gets in trouble
do anything they want. I cant make any
a lot, right?: Keith
Richards in April 1977,
plans for all those possibilities. We just
a few weeks after he
hope they are going to be fair about it.
was arrested in Toronto
and charged with
Did you have a row with Keith about the
trafficking in heroin
problem he had caused the Stones?
getty
No.
Was he annoyed at him getting into dire straits?
Well I never like it when he gets into trouble. We dont row about it
But it places the Stones in jeopardy, surely?
If he gets put away for a long time, it certainly does, said Mick irritably.
He does get into trouble a lot, right? But hes been very good lately, and
Mick almost whispered this last comment as he busied himself with the
remnants of the hamburger. So I just hope everything goes well for him
and that we dont have to worry about all these things one reads about.
Yeah, of course I want the band to continue. Were supposed to be
touring next year. I just keep thinking about it very positively. We want to
make a new album. A single. Go on the road in the spring, so Im just going
ahead and planning it. I mean, really? The thing is, I dont know any more
than anybody else.
Youll be at the trial, I guess?
Yeah, I guess. Im not even looking forward to going back to Toronto, let
me tell you. And the press havent been very happy with me. They keep on
and on at me, and I tell them, I dont know any more, I promise. And they
keep asking if Jimmy Page is going to join the Stones.
Wasnt it Robert Plant?
Robert Plant! Mick burst into laughter. Whats ee going to play?
Tambourine?
So what was going to be the future policy of the Stones, so far as he
could say?
The band has never really had a policy, even when Brian was in charge
of it and he wrote it down on bits of paper. So we have been policy-less. But
every year we change. This is like a different band now. The last album we
did in the studio was very mixed. We had three or four different guitar
players, so it was difficult to make. This one is going to be more tight. Its
difficult to say before we get started. It might turn out to be rubbish.
Next year well be working really hard, insisted Mick. This year the
touring part was really screwed up by Keiths thing. When you are under
that kind of pressure, its no fun to be on the road. In all these different
countries, you have endless customs checks. In every country you feel you
are going to be busted. If anybody is on bail, they certainly do watch you.
They go through you at the customs, and that applies to
everyone with you. Its a hassle. I was on bail once when we
were on the road and it was a nightmare. I was at the airport
for six hours. I was on bail in England and I was going to
Switzerland from America, at the end of 1969. I had the
trial in 1970. That was for marijuana.
You did spend a few hours in prison?
More than hours. Days! Mick shook with suppressed
mirth. It was about four or five. That was enough. Enough to
put me off wanting to go, I can tell you. It was orrible. It was really
weird. A strange existence. You just dont want to get involved if
you can avoid it. I remember asking the guy if I could go out for
exercise, cos it was the exercise period. And the guy said, You
dont want to go out there with all those criminals, do you?
I had to get a job. Because in prison everyone had a job.
I was going to be put down for a librarian, but I never did get
to see what the scope was. Before you are convicted they
treat you differently. You can keep your own clothes and
everything. Then you have to wear the prison clothes.
I wasnt there long enough for that. A guy threw a
newspaper into my cell. It was The Times with an
editorial piece on me. I got out by the afternoon. Of
course I didnt want to go back, but Ive been in prison
since, in Rhode Island near Boston. I was in prison there in
1975 [sic 1972] for a little while. Got arrested for trying to
stop Keith being arrested. Obstructing the course of justice.
I think I said, Ere, dont do that, weve got a concert to do.
OK, you too. Keith had hit somebody and was arrested. It was
probably a journalist, like you. Oh, it was too awful. But nothing
happened in the case.
Some people would say the Stones were just plain irresponsible.
Yeah, I guess. Its just an accumulation of different events and
people. Bad circumstances develop, and once you get a bad reputation
its very hard to shake it off. Some bands around now get a bad
reputation and thats it. Its the same in a bar. A guy has a bad reputation
and he always gets picked on. One tends to get drawn into these things.
From my own experience, once youve got it, youre stuck with it. This
country has got to be the worst place for that.
rolling stones
I think EMI
were a bit
short-sighted
about the
Pistols
1977
O C T O B E R D ECEMBER
adrian boot
Desolation
and chaos
THE CLASH visit Belfast, and find no one will insure them to
play their gig. As tempers flare, the band confront the reality
of their era. We got a lightning tour of what was happening,
says Mick Jones. The group stuck out like a sore thumb.
1977
O C T O B E R D ECEMBER
adrian boot
the clash
punks (three male and two female) were arrested and a pack of about
100 formed a human chain across Bedford Street.
ust remember, they mean it, maaaan. Back in the hotel the
atmosphere was one of terminal depression intercut with pure
anger. Three fans who were on the verge of forming their own
band had collared Joe, whose external belligerence belies an
incredibly sympathetic and understanding nature. The three blokes
were bitterly hurt, and Joe spent several hours clarifying the debacle
and offering advice about getting a group together. Two were
Protestant and one was Catholic, and in order to practise together they
ran the daily risk of all that such religious intermingling implies. Now
that makes the ludicrous struggles of the more pampered mainland
would-be stars look a trifle silly, dont you think?
The late-night news came on the TV. The first item was surprise,
surprise The Clash, the pared-down information giving no clear picture
of what ACTUALLY HAPPENED, Mick sneered.
The most horrible thing was the way the
kids were treated the way they were pushed
around. They didnt have a chance to
understand what was happening, so they were
disappointed in us. Obviously, it wasnt our
fault, but you cant explain that to 800 people
personally. The way theyve been pushed
around by the army and the police, they
obviously thought, What the fucks going on
here? They reacted accordingly. Everyone
acted the monkey they thought they would.
Like, its almost a night of freedom and they
can see it slipping through their hands while
policemen are crushing them. You dont look
for sane reasons. You just see the object, and
The horrible
thing was the
way the kids
were pushed
around
1977
O C T O B E R D ECEMBER
The soldiers
crouching in
cubbyholes
thought we
were dicks
the clash
How many
times have we
been searched?
Must be about
20 times
1977
O C T O B E R D ECEMBER
Johnny Rotten:
marked by his
Catholic schooling?
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Sex Pistols
Never Mind The Bollocks, Heres
The Sex Pistols virgin
What are you waiting for? True
love, school to end, third world/
civil war, more wars in the third
world, a leader, the commandos
to storm the next aeroplane, next
weeks NME, The Revolution?
The Sex Pistols album!
Hail, hail, rocknroll, deliver
them from evil but lead them not
into temptation. Keep them
quiet/off the street/content.
Hey punk! You wanna elpeesized Anarchy single? You
wanna original Anarchy black
bag? You wanna bootleg album?
You wanna collect butterflies?
Very fulfilling, collecting
things very satisfying. Keep you
satisfied, make you satiated,
make you fat and old, queueing
for the rocknroll show.
The Sex Pistols. They could
have dreamed up the name and
died. The hysterical equation
society makes of love/a gun =
power/crime shoved down its
own throat, rubbed in its own
face. See, Im just as repressed
and contaminated as the next
guy. And I like the Sex Pistols.
Aesthetically, apart from
anything else. Three of them are
very good-looking. And the
sound of the band goes
I dont wanna holiday in the
sun/I wanna go in the city/
Theres a thousand things
I wanna say to you
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MM Oct 8
NME Nov 5
SINGLES
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SINGLES
Wire Mannequin Harvest
Magnificent Sweet Jane riff
repetition, ludicrous surfing
back-up vocals, heavy petting
in the middle of a fire fight from
veterans of the Roxy era
overcoming the age barrier
with a shambling punkathised
pop-consciousness and one
for suitable vinyl fodder for a
K-Tel Presents Punky Waver
Explosion. Aimed at the
position which will soon be held
by The Rich Kids. NME Nov 26
June 1977:
Talking Heads
take their
fey funk to
Amsterdam
Talking Heads
Uh-Oh, Love
Comes To Town sire
Fey funk for passive
intellectuals with added
ingredients of hesitant steel
band backing David Byrnes
contrived flitty yelp. Their
unfulfilled promise disappoints
while hardly causing long winter
nights of insomnia. NME Nov 26
Bill Withers
Lovely Day CBs
Just one look at you, he knows
its gonna be a lovely day. And
the worlds all right with him,
he knows its gonna be a lovely
day. Gentle soul-jog with
dah-dah-dee Beach Boys
harmonies over soothing
strings-and-ribbon section,
content platonic eternity
fraternity pin wallpaper music
suitable for the re-runs of
Lassky And Crutch. NME Nov 26
1977
O C T O B E R D ECEMBER
Whos the
greatest?
getty
Benign anarchy
reigns on the STIFF
RECORDS tour with
ELVIS COSTELLO, IAN
DURY and NICK LOWE
and team spirit
prevails. Ian Dury
shows those whining
little brats what
its all about,
says Costello.
1977
O C T O B E R D ECEMBER
NME NOVEMBER 5
EX AND Drugs and rock and roll sex and drugs
and rock and roll sex and drugs and rock and
roll Hot damn, mman, Leicester University is
jumpin tonight. The hall is ass-to-ass jam-packed
with sweaty people going boingggg-boinggggboingggg to the deranged rhythm of Ian Durys 77
anthem to the joys of the Good Things In Life, all of them chanting
manaically along to Himselfs almost mantric invocation. SEX!!! and
DRUGS!!! and ROCK!!! and ROLL!!! SEX!!! and DRUGS!!! and ROCK!!!
and ROLL!!! SEX!!! and DRUGS!!! and
Meanwhile, the stage is also full of sweaty people jumping up and down
and yelling Sex And Drugs And Rock And Roll! The only difference is that
most of them are playing instruments. There are three drummers, three
keyboard players, two bassists and only God and Jake Riviera know how
many singers and guitarists. Both Jake Riviera and God are in Leicester,
but only Jake is buying drinks.
Its Stiffs Greatest Stiffs dumping music on the people tonight, ladeez
n gemmun, the hardest workin coach party in showbiz. A demented
army of drunken hippies with short hair surfing
on the new wave: five featured performers and
an all-star cast of fahsands, mate: sex, drugs,
rocknroll, violence, intrigue, comedy,
romance, suspense, thrills, chills, spills, bills.
Its an instant smash, a silk-sash bash, a crystal
shipload of mutants and crazies cunningly
disguised as a coachload of hungover, blitzedout musicians.
Coast-to-coast weirdness. Cmon along and
join the crew.
Its a silk-sash
bash, a crystal
shipload of
mutants and
crazies
Seeing my bemused stare, he adds reassuringly, Its not all for me. Some
of its for Day. We used to get so hungry when we were recording The Long
And Winding Road. He pauses. His spectacles flash evilly. Theres a
very interesting story behind all of that
He raises his eyebrows invitingly. I say, Yeah?
which shall remain secret. He wends his way to the tune-up room.
Ive got just enough time to murmur, Thats what you think, buster, at his
recently vacated airspace when its time to rush out front for curtain-up
on The Nick Lowe All-Stars.
hAteveR YOu DO, dont ever let anybody tell you that
Nick Lowe doesnt know how to put a band together. At the
back of the stage theres Terry Williams and Dave Edmunds
hammering it out on twin drum kits, and strung out behind Our Hero
are Penny Tobin (keyboards), Pete Thomas (rhythm guitar) and Larry
Wallis (lead), all laying it down deep and crisp while Basher guns the
motor of a mouth-watering vintage Gibson six-string-and-bass
doublenecker into So It Goes. The tautness of Lowes sound seems
vaguely incongruous against his studiedly casual manner. Still, he can
play dynamite bass even in a semi-slouch, and sing real good like a pop
star should despite the wad of gum he keeps molaring.
Basher keeps socking it to the people notably with Lets Eat until its
time for Larry Wallis to strut his stuff. Unlike Lowe, Dury, Costello and
Edmunds who are known and respected by Anglophiliac Yanks even if
not by the mass USA public Wallis doesnt exactly have the credentials
that would make a Rolling Stone critic roll over to have his tummy tickled:
I mean, the Pink Fairies, UFO and the unlamented Mark I of Motrhead?
Wallis mission in life seems to be to prove to the current crop of young
uns that hes still mean and nasty even though hes got a foot and a half of
hair. Judging by the way he performs On Parole and Im A Police Car
1977
O C T O B E R D ECEMBER
Durys stage
presence is as
remarkable as
everything
else about him
1977
O C T O B E R D ECEMBER
A new
musical
language
DAVID BOWIE delivers Heroes made while holed up
in Berlin with BRIAN ENO and the amusing ROBERT
FRIPP. On his return to the UK, he discusses his recent
strategies. Im completely open, he says. Im so
eclectic that complete vulnerability is involved.
es up out of his armchair and onto the balls of his feet as the door
closes behind me.
Christ, how long has it been?
Four years, man, and I set up the tape machine Bowie attempting to
balance the microphone on top of a Carlsberg bottle and no time to
swap small talk because interview time is severely circumscribed, so by
the time weve both sat down and Bowies lit a Gauloise theres nothing to do but pull the
pin and get straight on it.
Where can we start after four years? he asks.
Hell we can start anywhere; we both know where it will go.
Why does Heroes or more accurately Heroes come in quotes? Are the
inverted commas actually part of the title?
Yeah. Firstly it was quite a silly point really I thought Id pick on the only
narrative song to use as the title. It was arbitrary, really, because theres no
concept to the album.
Id felt that the use of quotes indicate a dimension of irony about the word
Heroes or about the whole concept of heroism.
Well, in that example they were, on that title track. the situation that sparked
off the whole thing was I thought highly ironic. theres a wall by the studio
[the album having been recorded at Hansa By the Wall in West Berlin] about
there. Its about 20 or 30 meters away from the studio and the control room looks
out onto it. theres a turret on top of the wall where the guards sit, and during
the course of lunch break every day, a boy and girl would meet out there and
carry on.
they were obviously having an affair. And I thought of all the places to meet
in Berlin, why pick a bench underneath a guard turret on the wall? theyd come
from different directions and always meet there oh, they were both from the
west, but they would always meet right there. And I using licence presumed
that they were feeling somewhat guilty about this affair and so they had
imposed this restriction on themselves, thereby giving themselves an excuse
for their heroic act. I used this as a basis
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1977
O C T O B E R D ECEMBER
Therefore it is ironic.
Yes it is. Youre perfectly right about that, but there
was no reason why the album should have been
called Heroes. It could have been called The Sons
Of The Silent Age. It was just a collection of stuff that
I and Eno and Fripp had put together. Some of the
stuff that was left off was very amusing, but this was
the best of the batch, the stuff that knocked us out.
Do you find that recording in a studio thats right
by the Berlin Wall gives you a sense of being on the
edge of something?
Thats exactly right. I find that I have to put myself
in those situations to produce any reasonable good
writing. Ive still got that same thing about when I
get to a country or a situation and I have to put
myself on a dangerous level, whether emotionally or
mentally or physically, and it resolves in things like
that: living in Berlin leading what is quite a spartan
life for a person of my means, and in forcing myself
to live according to the restrictions of that city.
So its time to move now that other persons are
writing songs about the Berlin Wall.
Bowie chuckles into his Special Brew. Yes, I have
noticed that, actually. I havent yet made up my
mind, but I have the choice of two places that Im
thinking of going to. Ones Japan and the other is
Israel, and I dont know which ones going to win.
The sight of the Thin White Duke in a kibbutz
strikes one as being too good a visual to pass up, plus
Bowie went through a Japanese phase in 73.
Yes, and I keep wanting to go back there. I think
Ill plump for Kyoto, because I want something very
serene around me for a few months to see if that
produces anything. It is also important to my
private life that I go to Kyoto.
We talk about the Japanese mime/dance/theatre troupe Ondekoza,
whod just completed a run at Sadlers Wells and who Bowie had missed by
a day in Amsterdam. It sounds like a token show for us lot to have a
gander at, Bowie comments after Ive described the show. But in Japan
when I was travelling though it there was an awful lot, particularly in
the outlying villages and provinces, of very strange ritual performances
that I hadnt seen before. And still, because my knowledge of Japanese is
limited to say the least! I never really found out from what school it
came from, or what its origins were.
Since the purpose of all ritual must be invocation, what were the rituals
designed to invoke?
Well, a lot of them were from Shintoism, and they talk very liberally
about being one of the few countries in the world that tolerate all
religions, but youll only find about three Christians in the whole of
Japan. Theyre tolerated he laughs harshly, but everybody else is
a Shintoist, mate! So most of their art forms derive from either that or the
imperial sources. Its very sophisticated but a bit suspicious sometimes.
Yeah, but sos Bowie himself. I think of the koto Bowie plays on Moss
Garden from side two of Heroes and his berserk scream of Im under
Japanese influence and my honours at stake from Blackout on the same
album, and reflect that the kibbutzim probably wont see DB for a while yet.
So what about China? After all, back in 71, Bowie was something of
a Maoist.
Ahhh, thats still there. That place continues to intoxicate me. I got a
glimpse of it when I was in Hong Kong its strange. Theres no wall there,
you see. When you move out of Hong Kong into China, you can just walk
over, and often you wont get shot at. Its quite feasible to sort of wander
into China and just look around, wander around all those villages right
near the border.
Hey, living dangerously is one thing, but recording an album in a
situation where one of your musicians was actually liable to get shot
(A sharp chuckle) I never travel with musicians. I only travel on my own
these days.
A far cry from the times he wouldnt budge an inch without bodyguard,
secretary, personal assistant, travelling companion, hairdresser, PR
All my travelling is done on the basis of wanting to get my ideas for
writing from real events rather than from going back to a system from
whence it came. I am very wary of listening to much music.
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He gestures at the massive stereo set enthroned on the table by the sofa.
RCA sent all this stuff over and I forgot to ask them for some records,
but by the time they deliver any Ill be gone. It doesnt really follow me
around much. Imagine trying to plug in one of those in Bangkok! My
drummer insists in carrying one around with massive headphones and
wires sticking out everywhere. I dont travel like that. I only have a tape
machine to use as a notebook.
No, Event, Character, Situation: theyre my preference for the basis of
writing. But at the moment, Im not even really interested in that. I mean,
the last two things have made for a complete re-evaluation of my writing
style. It had a lot to do with being bored with the traditional things Id
been writing, and with wanting to put myself in the position of having to
come up with a new musical language for myself.
I mention that Low missed me completely.
Well Im not surprised, he says, a lot of it missed me as well. I dont
understand it. I dont understand Heroes either. Its something thats
derived through process and method, with absolutely no idea of the
consequences and no preconceptions of any kind.
Low had seemed to me an album presenting in an attractive light
withdrawal from the world almost to the point of catatonic schizophrenia.
Bowie grimaces and clears his throat a trifle ostentatiously. There
is more than an element of truth in whet you say. For me it was very
I wanted to do that, he interrupts defiantly. What youve read from the
experience of that album is absolutely accurate. I did achieve something,
because theres very few albums that I havent experienced at first hand.
You can even tell what city Ive been in by listening to the albums.
Im completely open. Im so eclectic that complete vulnerability is
involved. Youve got no shields, then. Ive never developed them, and
Im not to sure that I want to any more, because Im becoming far more
satisfied with life my private life. Im becoming incredibly straight,
level, assertive, moderate very different from, say, two years ago.
Two years ago you were an uptight game player with a sore nose.
Out there on the wall! No, listen, Id been exposed (he gives the last
syllable of the word a savage, ironic twist) to a general LA-ism which, quite
frankly, I cant cope with. Its the most vile piss-pot in the world.
LA, I say, is like being trapped in the set of a movie you didnt want to see
in the first place.
Absolutely! Its worse than that. It transcends that. Its a movie that is
so corrupt, with a script that is so devious and insidious. Its the scariest
DAVID BOWIE
movie ever written. You feel a total victim there, and you know someones
got the strings on you.
So, why do people build themselves mansions out there? It must be like
voluntary self-imprisonment.
Oh, it is. Its like going to live in Switzerland to look after your tax
money, which is the most incredible thing I ever did. I dont live there but
I stayed there. I dont live anywhere. I have never got around to getting
myself a piece of land, putting up a house on it and saying, This is mine,
this is home. If I did that, that would just about ruin everything. I dont
think Id ever write anything again. I must have complete freedom from
bases. If I ever had anything that resembled a base like a flat on a long
lease or anything I felt so incredibly trapped.
Even if I go away I know that its waiting for me more than that, its like it
has me on a string, and its dragging me back. I dont foresee that I could live
comfortably in any of the cities I go to. Unlike my
managerial predecessor, Im not investmentminded. I still like the idea of making records
next to the wall. I think that is what one should
do, in my case anyway.
Returning to the subject of the recent waxings,
it seems that Heroes is an attempt to fight back
against the state of mind that Low wallows in.
Do you know something? The hardest thing
for me to do is to help you in solving those
problems, because all I know is the input of the
album. I have as much idea of the Outback? he
laughs, about what comes back off that album
as what you do. Eno is the same. Neither of us understand on a linear
level what the things about, but we get a damned good impression of
information coming off those two albums that seems very strong, and
that was not very intentional. The intention was to go in and play around
with method and process, but when wed finished Low and Heroes what
we had in our hands was something that actually does give information.
If it seems obvious to you, then youve described my state of mind at the
time of making those two albums very accurately. Thats exactly on
both albums what Ive gone through. Low was a reaction to having gone
through that peculiar that dull greeny-grey limelight of America and its
repercussions; pulling myself out of it and getting to Europe and saying,
For Gods sake re-evaluate why you wanted to get into this in the first
place? Did you really do it just to clown around in LA? Retire. What you
need is to look at yourself a bit more accurately. Find some people you
dont understand and a place you dont want to be and just put yourself
into it. Force yourself to buy your own groceries.
And thats exactly what I do. I have an apartment on top of an auto shop
in an area of the town which is quite heavily populated by Turks, and I did
that for a bit
Two relevant quotes: the novelist Elizabeth Bowen once wrote:
Anywhere, at any time, with anyone, one may be seized by the suspicion
of being alien ease is therefore to be found in a place which nominally is
foreign: this shifts the weight, which is as good a thumbnail sketch of the
obsessive traveller as any Ive encountered.
And then theres the character of Herbert Stencil in Thomas Pynchons
V: Herbert Stencil, like small children at a certain age and Henry Adams
in The Education, as well as certain autocrats since time out of mind,
always referred to himself in the third person.
This helped Stencil appear as only one personality among a repertoire
of identities. Forcible disolvation of personality was what he called the
general technique, which is not exactly the same as seeing the other
persons point of view; for it involved, say, wearing clothes that Stencil
wouldnt be caught dead in, eating foods that would have made Stencil
gag, living in unfamiliar digs, frequenting bars or cafes of a non-Stencilian
character; all this for weeks on end; and why? To keep Stencil in his place:
that is, in the third person.
Ooh, arent you well read! mocks Bowie, but his
eyes show a flash of recognition. I understand that
completely! I completely sympathise with the man!
I know exactly why he did that, I think! So that initial
period in Berlin produced Low, which is Isnt it great
to be on your own, lets just pull down the blinds and
fuck em all. The first side of Low was all about me:
Always Crashing In The Same Car and all that selfpitying crap, but side two was more an observation in
musical terms: my reaction to seeing the East Bloc,
how West Berlin survive in the midst of it, which was something I couldnt
express in words. Rather it required textures, and of all the people that
Ive heard write textures, Brians always appealed to me the most.
Yeah, but they lack context.
Brian isnt interested in context. Hes a man with peculiar notions,
some of which I can come to terms with very easily and are most
accessible, and some of it way above my head, mate, in terms of his
analytical studies of cybernetics and his application of those things to
music and his general fine arts approach. Its something that Ive known
from way back as a general characteristic of a kind of person that I used to
know when I was a lot younger.
I find that very simpatico. All those crazies. But I cant really talk on his
behalf. We spend most of our time joking. Laughing and falling on the
floor. I think out of all the time we spent recording, 40 minutes out of
every hour was spent just crying with laughter.
Do you know Fripp? Have you ever spent time
with him in a humorous state? He is incredibly
funny. Unbelievable sense of humour. Having
the two of them in one studio produces so much
random humour incredible stuff. So anyway,
what Im doing, in this wonderful new world of
discovery and experimentation, is a refocus
about what Im trying to do.
We talked a little bit about (you should pardon
the expression) punk rock and Bowie opined
that the worst thing about punk was the way so
many bands were diving gleefully into the
category instead of striving to be assessed outside of it.
None of them are fighting it; none of them are saying, We are us.
Theyre saying, Yeah, we are punk, and in so doing theyre putting a
boundary on their writing scope, which is a shame because they could be
a movement of sorts. But you have to let a movement remain as a
subculture for a little while and gain some Im wary of using the word
maturity gain some recognition of its own relationship with the
environment that it lives in. Thats Enos Rate Of Change one of his
cybernetics things and its very interesting.
People are more interested in the technical innovations as they
happen rather than the rate of change within where they happen.
Hence gadget obsession?
Oh, thats not so bad. I welcome any new relationship between man
and his machine. I think thats very optimistic and very good. The
average man see, what you have got is a situation where a hundred
years ago the average man could fix anything that went wrong in his
home. If it went wrong he could fix it. But how many things does a man
have now that are out of the area of his knowledge? If his television goes,
he has to get a specialist to fix it. He doesnt know his immediate
environment. This is because we are put under the impression that we
are to accept every new technological achievement that is pushed upon
us before we readily understand the last lot.
Whats the last technological innovation that you understood?
Me! I think the fountain pen. Im the perfect example of the victim of
technology. I think its disastrous.
Change of subject. Did Bowie consider he was being misrepresented
when he was tied with fascism last year? What I thought was that Id
made some very trite theatrical observations which in fact backfired.
I cant blame the press for that.
Did you consider it to be a mistake? Oh God, yes, but I thrive on
mistakes. If I havent made three good mistakes a week, then Im not
worth anything. You only learn from mistakes.
So what exactly were you trying to say with all that? It was an
immediate reaction to England, having not seen it for so long. What I said
on the Continent was based on anticipation, and when I got here I thought
Id got it right. I seem to have a knack for putting
myself in those kind of dangerous positions. Id just
dried up and I couldnt write anything.
Do you think that, once again, London would be
a place that would stimulate your writing?
It is a very different London, and that is worth
consideration. Its been on my mind the longer Ive
been here, and Ive been coming back for a couple of
days at a time just taking tentative looks, but theres
so many places that I havent been to get a vibe
from. Charles Shaar Murray
Im becoming
incredibly
straight, level,
moderate
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We dont
regret
mistakes
The BUZZCOCKS have grown up away from Londons
punk hype theyve even stopped getting bottled.
I write songs that dont exclude anyone, says
Pete Shelley. The only people they exclude are
people who dont know anything about love.
NME DECEMBER 3
HE PIZZA PARLOUR muzak is a never-ending, damned-for-all-eternity
loop-tape of ageing session men bleating out sanitised versions of 1977
smash hits for swinging teens, etcetera.
Crown Topper, false-teeth, wrinkled interpretations of The Rods Do
Anything You Wanna Do, of The Modern Lovers Roadrunner, even (forgive
them, Lord, they know not what they do) of the Sex Pistols Pretty Vacant, as
well as arteriosclerosistic carbon copies of The Jam, Clash, Damned, Stranglers, Vibrators and
just about every other name in the coterie of punky-waver elite that has ever been reverently
gobbed on by the UKs enlightened hordes of safety-pinheads except for Buzzcocks.
With mixed feeling of relief and slack-jaw shock, I gaze at my Pizza Putrido reflectively.
Surely the high-calibre credentials of the Mancunian innovators would put them amongst
the first in line for the dubious honour of having a bastardised representation of their work
included on any punk-pizza-rock-muzak loop-tape???
Buzzcocks were one of the very first set of collective talents to band together back in June
1976 in the wake of the cataclysmic aural upheaval instigated by Malcolm McLarens Rude
Boys. They played their debut gig the following month supporting the Sex Pistols at
Manchesters Free Trade Hall. Buzzcocks terminated their set when their 16-summers
drummer boy, the gangling John Maher, deserted his skins to flee in tail-flying terror through
the crowd and out into the night.
From there Buzzcocks went on to play support to the Pistols at the first Screen On The Green
gig in Islington; to play Day One of the 100 Club Festival with the Pistols and Clash; to replace
the expelled Damned on the Pistols Anarchy Tour coach; and to support The Clash at the
Harlesden Cinema gig on their White Riot Tour.
The last was just after they became the first band to form their own independent record label
in the dawning of this year when they released the classic, precious, priceless Spiral Scratch
EP on their New Hormones label. Spiral Scratch was arguably the finest 45 since Anarchy
In The UK. No fewer than 16,000 of the little black beauties were bagged and posted by
Buzzcocks themselves from the front room of manager Richard Boons Manchester home.
Buzzcocks vinyl even occupied the last two tracks on the Live At The Roxy album.
All that and what do they get, oh-oh, what do they get?
In sleepy London Town theres just no place on a Pizzaland punk-muzak loop-tape for
a bunch of ridiculously underrated Northern cults.
Oh, theyll get around to Orgasm Addict, comments Pete Shelley dryly as he pops a piece
of pizza into his mouth. Its this commercial world we live in
Buzzcocks in November
1977: (lr) Steve Diggle,
Pete Shelley, Steve
Garvey and John Maher
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Not that Buzzcocks give a toss about Babylon, despite their impeccable
punky-waver credentials. Coming out of Manchester may have blinkered
the record corporations when it came to snapping up this combo for the
dotted line of a recording contract, but this minor disadvantage has
been more than compensated for by the beneficial aspects of their
geographical location; Buzzcocks were never under pressure to follow
a punk party line like some of their contemporaries in London.
In Manchester, fashion as exclusive dictatorship of a silver-spoon elite
just doesnt exist. Buzzcocks have evolved at their own pace. Theyre very
special and they know it; if the rest of the world doesnt well, theyll
catch up sooner or later, and if they dont thats strictly their own loss.
If wed been from London we would have been signed up a year ago, but
we wouldnt be in the position we are now, Shelley asserts. The music
industry is centralised, which is more to its detriment than ours
I hate London, its just another city. We know fairly certain the things
that we want to do and how we want to do them. If wed been caught up in
the rush in the beginning we wouldnt have been given the breathing
space to work on the direction we want to take. We were in no rush to sign.
Shelley smiles, wryly. Until United Artists came along, all the interest
was fairly low profile anyhow.
I try to keep
the lyrics
I write
ambisexual
buzzcocks
December 11, 1977:
topping a bill with
Subway Sect and
Siouxsie & The
Banshees at the
Roundhouse
1977
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I like the
rape and
pillage
MELODY MAKER DECEMBER 3
huge white Rolls-Royce slid the length
of Wardour Street like a skateboard, Jan & Dean
blasting from its hidden speakers, the owner
bellowing along to Dead Mans Curve like
a man possessed.
From Marquee to the Vortex in five seconds can
man live at such speeds? A queue of sullen punks stands freezing in
the cold, awaiting remission. Up draws the Rolls, Jan & Dean now
spilling out into the street, the battle cry of a Lost Generation. The
punks, all black leather and shivering knees, gaze in wonderment.
Keith Moon strides out onto the pavement, clad in a huge buffalo
coat smothered in fur, and strikes a dramatic pose like a
Shakespearean actor haranguing the plebeians of Rome. This is
privilege, he shouts brazenly, I dont fucking queue, I go straight in,
first class. And he tossed back his head in an arrogant gesture and
swept into the club past fans, bouncers and anybody else who might
dare impede his progress.
It was the grandest entry since Napoleon paraded down the Champs
lyse, and instead of provoking the mob into a fury they responded
with cheers and laughter. It was certainly a hilarious moment, one of
many the night Keith Moon went on a Punk Crawl.
Why should Moon go in among the punks, do I hear the cry? Was it
to be patronising, to be provocative or simply to be a tourist? The
answers are slightly more complex than the questions. It is certain
that of the older generation of rock statesmen, Keith Moon is more
likely to be accepted than most. While most punk bands and
musicians seem positively hostile to all other life forms on the planet,
they have a certain grudging respect for The Who, it seems. The myth
denis oregan
1977
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has somehow arisen that the new-wave bands are only doing what
The Who did 10 years ago.
Actually, it was nearer 13 years ago that The Who were playing
every Tuesday night at the Marquee, and speaking as an eyewitness,
to suggest that any one of the new-wave/punk bands playing today
had a fraction of the originality or excitement of the original Who is
a calumny scarcely worth refuting.
But that does not mean the new wave does not have a right to exist.
They exist for today just as The Who existed for a few brief seconds
(on the scale of history) in their day. The Who were explosive, riotous,
aggressive, violent and undoubtedly prone to fits of madness.
As far as Keith Moon is concerned, nothing much has changed. His
good looks have long since gone, dissipated in a thousand nights of
excess, with no Dorian Gray-style portrait in the attic to haunt him,
except, perhaps, in the faded scrapbooks of past triumphs. Today
good looks are the preserve of Billy Idol and his pals in Generation X,
one of the few bands that do have some of the magic of the old Who
and even sound a bit like them.
Keith retains his Marty Feldman eyes, his expressive face and
maniacal grin that sets off warning bells among the wary. He retains
his restless energy and almost physical impatience. For all his
laughter and wild exploits, there is something infinitely sad about
Keith at times, a man haunted by tragedy and fearful of the future.
But as soon as a dark shadow casts across his mind and flickers across
his face, he shrugs it off and returns to the world he loves best the world
of endless pranks, outrageous poses and verbal onslaughts.
Although the journey from the Marquee to the Vortex is only a few
hundred yards, for me it was like travelling down a time tunnel, aeons of
space and time apart. Id travelled the self-same route with Keith before,
but this time, as we emerged from the tunnel mouth into the Vortex, the
young Keith a frantic blurred figure in a white T-shirt, flailing sticks
and stuffing pills down his mouth instead became a fur-clad apparition,
a distortion of that figure locked away in the memory, surrounded once
more by young faces, no longer fans, but distant characters in a new twist
to the rocknroll plot.
For Keith the journey was a nostalgic homecoming. He has spent long
years in the rather unreal beach-house life of Los Angeles, a giant Jaywick
Sands on the Pacific. To be back in London seemed like a return to his roots.
He actually looked thoroughly at home among the new kids and new
bands that have inherited what was once his kingdom. That was once
the kingdom of the mods, of Maximum R&B, of pills and posters, slogans
and T-shirts.
Things have/havent changed a lot. The noise is still there; only the
names on the T-shirts have changed, along with the attitudes. Twelve
years ago, kids resented outsiders, clung together in groups, identified
with their bands, dressed alike and adopted an aggressive, defensive
collective stance. Today well, lets start at the beginning.
ack in 1966, Keith Moon collapsed after playing a particularly
furious version of My Generation at the Manor House, a pub in
North London. Roadies carried him head-first into the fresh air
and I drove him in my shiny black Consul (200, MOT, radio) to the
Scotch Of St James and bought him a drink.
So I was delighted to be invited out for a return
drink by Keith last week, although when he
proposed a visit to various dens of iniquity and
what have been described as the lowest-class
rhythm cellars in all London, I must admit my
heart began alarming palpitations.
Hailing a hansom cab, I journeyed through
the swirling fog to the notorious red-light
district of Soho, where prostitutes in fox furs
lean indolently against gas lamps, Chinese men
flit to and fro making significant gestures, and
where Bobbies cast the light of their bulls-eye
lanterns into dark alleyways to discern the
mutilated remains of gang warfare.
Keith and I were supposed to meet up in La
Chasse Club in Wardour Street, a once famous
watering hole where the elite of the rock business once stumbled up and
down its steep stairs in search of companionship.
I hadnt been to La Chasse for six years and suspected it was closed. It
was. As I beat on the door on a tiny landing two flights up, a Chinese man
flitted down from the floor above and made a significant gesture. There
then followed an inane conversation, which set the hallmark for the rest
of the evening. Is the Chasse open?
What do you want?
Have you seen Keith?
No, I havent seen Keith, Im looking for Richard. We want to buy
some drink.
Yes, but I want to buy a drink too And so on.
It was established that the bar was closed and seemed unlikely to open
for several hours yet, and I repaired hastily to The Ship, the pub just along
the street from the Marquee, which has long been a haunt of musos.
In the early 60s (64-67), the place would be packed with musicians
only, from Jeff Beck to Peter Frampton, from The Animals to Jimi Hendrix,
from The Yardbirds to John Mayalls Bluesbreakers. It was a happy place
until one night a certain drummer with a certain famous group exploded
a smoke grenade on the premises, and cleared the bar.
Keith appeared shocked when I related the story to him, when I finally
tracked him down. Arms outstretched in greeting, he launched into his
dear boy routine, a cross between Jack Hawkins, Viv Stanshall and Noel
Coward. Its one of his favourite roles, tinged with a choleric colonel and
retired empire builder. Delighted to see you, what will you have? He
could be greeting an old army chum at some far-flung trading post.
He is immediately pounced upon by a charming foreign lady, a stranger
to both of us, who wants to discuss his buffalo coat. Yes, its a bison, shot it
myself, said Keith, launching into a tissue of lies, which the lady seemed to
accept without question.
Which tribe did that Red Indian belong to? inquires the woman at
length. Everyone is baffled but began reeling off names of Indian tribes
Sioux, Black Foot, Apache?
No, no, none of them. He was the Red Indian with the Faces Tetsu?
Oh, says Keith, he was JAPANESE! Funny
sort of Red Indian, what? The woman stared
deadpan at Keith in disbelief and then withdrew
from the conversation. At this point, there was
a commotion in the bar and a raising of heads.
Keith emitted a piercing yell and dashed down
the bar to greet the arrival of Generation X. I
stayed with Bill Curbishley, The Whos manager,
a remarkably sane gentleman, and Keiths
chauffeur-cum-minder, Richard, who is well
over six feet tall and known as Little Richard.
The party began to grow larger. John DArcy,
a new Who press officer, arrived, celebrating his
first day on the job. The mumble of conversation
became louder. It transpired that the publican
would not service Billy and Tony of Generation
X. Nothing against the group, hed never heard of them. But if you serve
one punk rocker, you serve em all. That seemed to be the philosophy.
Right then, if they dont get served, we all leave, said Keith, and there
was a mass exodus to the Marquee as the team, now eight-handed,
BaRRY pLUMMER
keith moon
Readers letters
1976
J U LY D ECEMBEr
Hawk-eyed
Protest note
1977
m o n t h by mon th
Coming next...
in 1978!
KATE BUSH
BOB DYLAN
Back with a huge band, and an engaging line in stage banter, Dylan
even finds time for an informal chat with the MM. I turned round in
Japan and saw a pair of breasts on stage, he says of his newly sexy
show. I thought then that somethings gotta be done about this.
THE JAM
paul weller and band visit America. A support slot with Blue yster
Cult isnt rapturously received by band or audience, while Weller feels
stung by the fate of The Jams first album. In a few years time, asserts
Weller, people will realise how good it was.
PLUS
DAVID BOWIE!
SUICIDE!
ROLLINg STONES!
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